Even though I said goodnight, I am still awake, crying myself to sleep. And I hoped that you would've at least tried to ask what is wrong.
I may not want to talk, but I need you there, still.
Unless there is a reason for you not to be.
I am self conscious. I always wonder if you still love me, Because even if you tell me a lot, you don't tell me much. Never speak of you, only of me; that is how it seems. Answer me this. Have I changed? How do you feel about that? Am I worth the trouble?