why do you look at me that way?
maybe you don't mean to. well in my head you do.
don't get me wrong, it's beautiful
sometimes i notice, but i don't look back because i want it to last longer
it makes me feel,
warm.

but why? why aren't you like the rest of them?
they never looked at me that way.
maybe i'd gotten too used to it.
they took away pieces of me so i just started handing more out until i started to break

but you're not like the rest of them.
you're not taking away more pieces of me,
are you giving me them back?
i find it scary,
what if you change your mind and you take the biggest piece of all?
maybe i'm meant to break after all.

so, why? why aren't you like the rest of them?