in your arms i feel safe
without them i'm lost, alone and insecure
i know you won't always be here
but i'm selfish
i need you
i need you there when i can't control the tears
i need you there when the voices keep coming
i need you there when the words don't stop
but you wont be and
i need to realise that
...

Countless of times,
You tend to ask,
"How much do you like me?",
I'm making sure this is the last.

"Count the stars, would you?",
And so you look up, not down,
"But it's so cloudy",
I say, "And I'm already out of town."

“So, you want me to sort your troubles,
All your small, pointless worries?
“I could, and I suppose I should,
But right now I’ve my own quarries”

“What about the rest of the world?
Ever think about them?
How about the starving children
To which the world has condemned?”

“How about the soldiers?
The ones fighting your wars?
The wounded, and the dying,
Knocking on Deaths door?

“Shall we speak about the homeless
And the lives they could’ve had?
With not even a place to sleep
Now that, my friend, is sad.

So the rest of the world has bigger problems
That could be fixed if we dare,
So the “problems” that you have
Is of a subject I do not care."