Normal has a loose definition these days.

I don’t know why I push you away, just to pull you back the next day.  I say things I don’t mean to make you mad and then tell you to leave.  You’re sad, I can see it in your eyes, but I sit here indifferently running through all the lies.  My apathy and your forgiving memory.  Something is wrong with me, but you still stay.  Maybe something is wrong with you too.

Let’s be broken together.