You look at me as if you want me to never forget your eyes. You want me to memorize. The worlds you never let anyone else see. The unshed tears. The hidden glares. Every single little thing.

I don't understand why you'd give me such a daunting task...

You are a shell with no soul and I feel sorry for you.

"It has absolutely nothing to do with you." "But I want it to have something to do with me."

You have no business here, nor have you ever.

You go back to where you don't belong. Get out. Get out. You're eating away at the locks that keep my secrets. You're hoping you'll get in. To tell you the truth, you were pretty damn close.

I never ask you to give. You just do. So, why do you want to force stuff out of me? I'm uncomfortable and have trust issues. Combined, those two things result in you not getting anything out of me, and me getting annoyed. I gladly share when it's something that I'm comfortable with. I may be close with you, but I have a lot of stuff I keep inside. If you can't deal, then leave.

I'm in pain and everyone's singing along. I love how awful this is.

I'm so sick of this pressure you're putting me under. I feel like the only way you'll stick around is if I put-out. Why can't people ever be satisfied with what I give them. They should know how hard it is for me to actually trust people. They don't know the whole story. That's why. They have these preconceived notions.

Just stop.