So anyone that knows me knows that I'm probably Sleeping With Siren's biggest fan. And of course I love their new song, Low. And I preordered them album! Woo, anyways. I should probably get to the story now. And take a random guess as to what song I'm using, haha. Definitely not Low. Psh, no. Anyways, sorry to rant!

Low-Sleeping With Sirens

Eli's POV

"Just get out!" Clare yelled as I got off her bed. Lately we haven't been able to hang out without arguing. And I'm not gonna lie, it is mostly her. I'm working my ass off to impress her, but my best doesn't meet her standards. I'm not even sure what I done this time. I said goodbye to her before leaving her room and walking down the stairs. Clare's mom stopped me before I headed out the door.

"I heard yelling. Is everything alright?" she asked. I hesitated a little before slowly nodding yes. I'll be honest, I thought I was fixing to cry. I'm such a failure.

You make me feel low.
Don't make me feel low.
Cause I've tried so hard to convince myself it's okay that I feel this way.
You make me feel low.
Don't make me feel low.
If I can't have you I'd be by myself cause you know I need you so.
Don't make me, don't make me feel low.

I walked out the door and began to tally up how many times we've argued in the past week. One, two...three, four...five. Wow, five times. Have you ever been so close to the breaking point? I'm afraid to let her go, but at this point... It's obviously for the best. But you have to think. To be alone or to be with someone incompatible for you? I'm afraid to leave her because I know she's the only one that "loves" me. I'd rather be with someone who pretends to love me that doesn't love me. Pretty sad that I have to pick between the two. No one should have to choose between that. There should be a someone who loves me option. But not with me, I don't deserve that.

Don't make me, don't make me, don't make me walk out the door don't you throw it away.
Don't make me, don't make me, I'm leaving for good and I'm not coming back again.
I'm not coming back again.

I still thought about it on the way home. The more I thought, the more I realized it's probably better to be single than with someone who's faking our relationship. But I'm afraid for this to be official. I'm afraid to give a final answer. I know there's no backspace in life. What's done is done.

When I said it was over I meant it!
But now I can't let you go!
Still I can't accept that you make me feel so!
You make me feel so

I pulled out my phone when I got home. I began to type a text to Clare trying to get her to call me. I thought about it. To send or not to send? I wish it was as easy as I'd like it to be. But nothing to do with relationships is easy to me. I don't understand anything. After ten minutes of contemplation I decided not to send it. I know it's not the best decision. But maybe we could work things out. I need her. I need this to work out.

Cause I've tried so hard to convince myself it's okay that I feel this way. You make me feel low.
Don't make me feel low.
If I can't have you I'd be by myself cause you know I need you so.
You know I need you so!