So, you're probably going to tell me that I'm crazy.
But nothing ever made sense between the both of us,
I remember sitting on the beige carpet,
My legs splayed out behind you,
Facing you full force, but still feeling like you had
no idea who I was.
That's how it always ended.

You never looked into my eyes,
you saw me, but never who was underneath.
I would beg you to look at my hurt,
Understand it, "please try to understand."
And you would just stand there,
offer your arms to embrace me,
but it never made anything
better.

I know I'm not crazy,
I just know how to love to the complete
fullest
and maybe...
Maybe, that was something you just
couldn't handle.
But either way,
it tore me apart.