Looking for heaven, for the devil in me.

At every end of day, I'm left wondering if you would ever think that I'm worth your fight, worth giving a shot, worth your all.

It makes me die a little inside knowing that I'm ready to commit to what's left of our eternity, but you can't promise me anything more. Do you not love me enough?

Maybe it's time for me to be selfish for once, but somehow all that's rushing through my mind is;

I won't give up on us.