Tell me what I need to know, and I'll ask of you nothing more. I've asked you for nothing up to this point, and I see no reason why I don't deserve this explanation. Frankly I don't even understand how I deserved this in the first place. I've left my heart out for you to take, and all you've done is set it ablaze, and let it turn to ash.
I basically just want to scream at the top of my lungs all the wrongs I've been done, and have them all disappear.
Someone explain to me how I'm supposed to not become a cynical, closed off person. Every time I let myself be the vulnerable one, I end up the pathetic one. The one who's loosing sleep, the one who's constantly up in the clouds, the dark ones.