not done but watever Arms and sleepers - Matador with a twist

I Sit Back N Remember N Think About What It Was Like,Maybe Its The Reason I Can't Get My Words Right,So I Write It Down Some What Poem Like,Since We Ended I Wonder Which One Of Us Even Really Tried,Was I Your Burden,Was I Your Headache,Was I Even Your Savior,Cuz No Matter How Hard I Tried,It Feels As It Was All A Lie,You Couldn't Even Try,Now Im Worried,So I Sit Up At Night,Thinking Of You,Trying To Past The Day N Hold On To Fate,