Why can he read me?
Why can he read me?
Like a book open on the ground,
I fumble with my words,
And search for this light not found,
I hate the way he looks at me,
And makes me want to cry,
Like he knows just what im thinking,
And everything that's trapped inside,
These words are all I have tonight,
To ease this pain i feel,
And even though its all I know,
I cant explain why it feels so real,
He sits me down to talk to him,
And I admit i want to die,
But when he starts reading me,
I really just want to cry,
Like a book open on the ground,
I fumble with my words,
And search for this light not found,
I hate the way he looks at me,
And makes me want to cry,
Like he knows just what im thinking,
And everything that's trapped inside,
These words are all I have tonight,
To ease this pain i feel,
And even though its all I know,
I cant explain why it feels so real,
He sits me down to talk to him,
And I admit i want to die,
But when he starts reading me,
I really just want to cry,