As I lay here, all I can think about is you
Do you love me?
If you don’t, could you ever?
Are your hands big enough and strong enough to hold mine?
What will I do without you?
I’ve just barely met you, yet I feel like I’ve known you forever
I want to know you more
Who are you?
How did you grow up?
Who are you with me?
Do you really want to be with me, or is this pity?
