You’ve got me caught in all this mess, I guess we can blame it on the rain.
I am sad, yet again. And it’s
breaking
my
heart.
Do I want to be here? Do I want to stick around. The answer, of course, yes. But you’re
pushing me away… like you don’t need me.
Hello, come in. Careful, there’s shattered heart on the floor. Don’t worry it’s mine. I’ll clean up while you get comfortable on the couch.
Pushover.
It hurts because I’m trying. And I don’t know how to explain myself. Explain you to my friends.
Are
you
taking
me
for
granted?
If you are… take me back. It’s cold out here.
