And it's not fair that everyone leaves me when I say I don't want to be alone And it's not fair that I cry when I think about him when he's all alone And it's not fair that no one has to care about you
why won't you love me how I want you too why wont you tell me its okay instead of telling me it might be why wont you say i love you instead of an inaudible love you because the i matters just like you matter to me and just like how I want to matter to you
And you got drunk every weekend And smoked till you were dizzy but never once did you call me they say the people you drunk call are the people who matter so maybe i was nothing to you even though you were everything to me sober or not
i know you love reading, so as you slept i whispered everything i ever wanted to tell you into your books hoping that the next time you open them, you will hear my voice from inside the pages