HOLE

Did I ever tell you, I'm not good at being a girlfriend? That theres something in my heart that refuses to mend? For a cure, no one will lend Because how have I deserved it with the way my other relationships seemed to end? And what could I do? I'm dying, that much is true And I'm not sure what I want to pursue And I'm running out of time, even with so many things left to do My last wish to you Would be to find something to do To laugh without me and enjoy life through and through So again, I'm not good at being a girlfriend That something in my heart, that refuses to mend? Is because of the love no one has lent Because of the way all my past relationships seemed to end