my anxieties keep me up they tell me you might not like me as much as i like you you unknowingly punched those worries in their ugly faces you make it obvious to me i love you too
i do not exist for your pleasure are you so entitled to think my goal is to please you? clearly i don't know you and you don't know me i don't love you i love her
something seems different part of you has changed i don't know what it is but you don't react the same towards me did i do something? am i overreacting?