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.