To You:

You ask of me to give it a shot,
To tell all my secrets, and that's quite a lot.
But why should I think that you'd understand
When you five me all this love, all these demands?
You know I'm not used to feeling worth a fuck,
And I can't show my feelings again, and it's just my luck.
But no one ever gets it, how the hell could you?
Why should I trust you when I trust so few?
You do not see the sugns, you can't tell that I'm dying.
You do not understand the cause, you can't even tell when I'm crying.
I don't know where to run, I don't know what to do,
This isn't how I've existed, this is not what I knew.