Love me.
Never have I said such words so explicitly.
For who I am, the mess that I am.
Never have I admitted how weak I am.
As a human being, as your friend.
Never have I been so in touch with my emotions.

Tell me that you'll have my back whenever I mess up.
Never have I been brave enough to trust someone else.
Tell me that you'll always be there for me, when we are happy or sad.
Never have I put down the mask of a smile when I am in company.
Tell me that I am enough, not too bad and not too good.
And never, never have I felt just right.

It was always 'If you do this right, I'll appreciate you.'
It was always 'If you help me, I'll give you a hand.'
It was always 'If you love me, I'll love you back.'
I have nothing else to offer, this is who I am now.
You can take it or leave it, and I won't beg you to stay.
Because in the end, love is a choice, and I can't ask you to love me.