"Dear February, I hate you.
Dear April, I hate you too.
Dear September, you're hated as well.
Cupid, I demand a refund.
Doctor doctor, can you mend my broken heart?
Can you stitch it back together?
Make it as good as new?
was my everything not enough?
Am I too sensitive for you?
Am I too loving?
Did I mess things up?
I'm sorry I'm so fragile
and I'm sorry I still believe in love and not lust
I'm sorry that I annoy you
and I'm sorry if I'm just not good enough
I'm sorry I can't always take a joke
I'm sorry I'm so moody
I tried my best to make you happy
and I tried my best to be perfect you
but it was never enough."