Too much – Too little

It’s just that sometimes, 
I don’t know how to live,
like you’re speaking in a foreign language 
and I’m stuck on the first sentence.

It’s just that sometimes, 
I fall a little too hard. 
Like everything is all 
In place and sometimes 
I mistake a weed for a 
Flower because they’re 
So beautiful, even when they 
Suck the life out of the living. 

It’s just that sometimes, 
I’m too much or too little;
And I don’t know when to stop 
Or when to give up. 

And sometimes, 
I just want to disappear 
When no one is listening. 

And sometimes, 
I just want to be remembered
As the one person 
You couldn’t stop dreaming about.