Three letters you sent me
Paged my sorrow on the floor
"I love you,
but I don't want this anymore"
You don't want me anymore
"I love you"
I told you so,
I told you so...
You don't tell me things, you.
I'm an open book.
I tell you everything,
every ****,
embarrassing thing.
Even spoiled the end of our relationship.
I wished you were more open to me.
But I'm the one with problems.
I'm the one who needs comfort.
I'm the one who needs.
I want to be needed too.
I want to be the air that you breathe.