You only seem to love me when im empty
There must be something in that that makes you happy
And ill never understand it.  
The first time I heard the king of sorrow
by sade I felt like I had told her how I felt, took her hands to my chest and let her dig deep.
And she wrote about me.  
There's a difference between writing for someone and about someone
There are no trinkets, no hidden words.
It's all bare.
Like when you're making love to someone even though they're just trying to **** and you bare it all.  
Ive been meaning to write about you. Not for you.    
But ive placed you on a pedestal that wont allow me to.