You always ask me what's wrong
I tell you nothing
But truthfully everything's wrong

It's wrong that you look at him the way you do
It's wrong that you don't love me back.
It's wrong that you don't talk to me anymore

When I ask you the same thing you vent
But if you asked me I can't.
You're all I ever think of
But even when I tell you that
You say we're just friends.

You bring me down.
I miss what we used to be
The way we used to talk
I miss everything about you

You might even be reading this
If you are, ask me what's wrong
And this time I'll tell you the truth.