i've never been good at explaining myself.
especially to you.
and you're hurt, to you it's a lack of trust.
(to me, it's just another way i hurt you.)
and you said so yourself once, your life would be so much easier without me.
you probably don't think i remember, but i do.
(to me, everything you say is important.)
i remember, because that's exactly what i'm afraid of.
i'm afraid of you, i'm afraid of giving myself to you, because i know you'll leave.
you'll get sick of me, you'll discover my flaws, you'll toss me aside.
(to me, you're the only thing that matters.
but to you, am i just another girl?)