You say a few words
I get it
I notice those things

they give me fear  and  hope
and only give you fear

I know you're always put in the back
in the dark
you don't ask for light
And I don't really know why
but I do

I ask for answers
optional, of course
You are always generous
always willing

why give
and regret?
Is it really regret?

after your scars spill
you tell me you wish you never let them

I know you
and I don't