(song lyrics, I imagine a tune but can’t write an actual song, just lyrics.)

If maybe I was worth just a little bit more,

maybe you wouldn’t have walked away.

If my body was dead, I’d be worth 200,

watching NCIS like it’s making me money,

but I play violin and practice karate

and write poems and stories,

but somehow,

am I even enough?

If maybe I was,

If I hadn’t opened up,

you would’ve spared me.

If maybe I was worth a little bit more,

maybe they would’ve stayed.

Maybe I wouldn’t have talked to my mom,

cryin’ ‘bout how I’m lonely

* (drawn out, lone-leeeee) *

Maybe I wouldn’t have been screamin’ at night,

losing my mind to the reality.

* (drawn out, again, but to a more final note) *

But I’m not 200,

‘cuz I’m not dead yet.

Cryin’, shakin’, losing my head,

but I ain’t got enough words for you to listen to.

Sprained my ankle,

but it hurt more when you

tripped me,

and after that, I was fine.

Strained my knee,

but it hurt more to run after you

before.

(pause, but drifting off a little bit)

And when I said I couldn’t do it no more,

you gave me a glare and told me to shut it.

If I couldn’t take it,

why was I there?

‘Cuz people don’t fix problems,

they live on their ‘maybes’

and maybe I do too.

But I never said it to anyone but you.

‘Cuz I didn’t know exactly what you’d do.

You were crazy, throwin’ your anger ‘round.

Shut me up ‘til no one heard a sound.

I ain’t 200,

I’m not dead yet.

I’m cryin’, shakin’, losin’ my head,

the sun don’t shine

when you’re lyin’ dead,

but maybe I’m dramatic,

maybe I’m toxic,

maybe I’m livin’ my life as a narcissist,

maybe I’m cryin’ wolf,

but doesn’t that mean he’ll come get me,

eventually?

Sprained my ankle,

but it hurt more when you

tripped me,

and after that, I was fine.

Strained my knee,

but it hurt more to run after you

before.

And maybe this wouldn’t happen

if I was worth

just a little bit more.