I don't understand.
You tell me you're mad at me.
You say I never open up.
You say I've pushed you away.
You say you are here for me,
yet–
When have you ever asked me what was wrong?
Don't you know I don't wear my emotions on my sleeve?
Don't you know I never open up?
I thought you knew me better than that.
I just don't understand how you can be mad at me,
When technically–
I did nothing wrong.