let it pour, let it pour. sometimes i don't want to be something that you don't think i am. i want to be someone with you and nice to you and be there, be there. i don't know how am i supposed to feel--when i saw your question out of the open (it didn't even say it was you but i knew) i felt like it was something i did but i did it unintentionally, i really did.
you're becoming someone more cautious (afraid but more open, guarded towards me yet longing for others) and i am afraid it was
my fault
you're obvious and you can't see that it's swirling inside of me