If he only knew

who are you to come into my life and tell me what i'm worth.
who are you to decide everything.
why do you tear my heart apart?
why do you not do anything about it then?
you say you'll try to fix it, you say you want to make things right.
but why is it i still shed tears of pain.

who are you to make me hate myself.
who are you to be of such importance in my life.
why do you do this to me?
why do you let me become what i am now?
you say you're trying, you say you love me, you say you want me.
but why is there still so much hurt in me.

why do i let you affect me so deeply?
why does it mean so much to me?
why do i have to use it to measure how much you love me?
why why why?
why do you do this to me?

I promised to be there for you through it all, promised that i'd understand.
But it hurts, it hurts, it fucking hurts because i can't do anything about it.
I'm trying and fighting with all i have. Every fibre in me is clinging on.
I guess the answer to all my questions are just simply because I love you
& i would do anything for you.
But it hurts and i won't deny it. But i'll keep trying.
I need to.
I want to.
I have to.
Because i love you and you mean everything.

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And he understands. He understands why people hold hands: he'd always thought it was about possessiveness, saying "This is mine". But its about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don't go.