If I gave it all to you, would it matter?
And say I did, do you think you would notice?
Because I’m climbing mountains you make look like hills,
I’m crossing borders I thought were impassable,
And saying things I swore against.
It’s so easy to do these things for you,
You never even asked me to.
But you, the only one I ever wanted to hear those praises from,
You never find the words.
Please tell me it’s there.
Tell me plainly that I mean as much to you as you do to me.
And please someone reassure me,
Pray I don’t care for you so much, for your inability to care.
May 17, 2011
May 17, 2011 at 9:21 PM UTC
If I gave it all to you, would it matter?
And say I did, do you think you would notice?
Because I’m climbing mountains you make look like hills,
I’m crossing borders I thought were impassable,
And saying things I swore against.
It’s so easy to do these things for you,
You never even asked me to.
But you, the only one I ever wanted to hear those praises from,
You never find the words.
Please tell me it’s there.
Tell me plainly that I mean as much to you as you do to me.
And please someone reassure me,
Pray I don’t care for you so much, for your inability to care.