I don't need you. I'm convincing myself that. I'm going to change. If I change then you'll love me.
But I don't need you.
Do I? I don't think I do.
You make me happy, yet you love him instead of me.
I just need you to choose. Please, just choose. Him or me. It shouldn't be hard. Why is it hard?
I'm going to grow up. Maybe then I'd be good for you. Maybe you'd want to go for him, maybe I'd fuel your choice.
