Expectations
I hit the ground running but fall flat my face
It's hard own up to my mistakes
I run wild I run free and I often run away from me
It's in my DNA
I'm obsessive I'm pushy
I pushed you to far
You fled while I broke my own heart
If I wasn't my worst enemy
I dont know that I'd have any
The glass often looks stained
As I stare at it too hard
Pointing out my imperfections
With too high of expectations
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