you never ask about the hurt
you will speak about yours without thinking about mine
you act like you never care
unless it's about having your hands slip beneath the buttons on my jeans
you never ask if i'm doing okay
when you're in need of someone you never come to me first
you go to other girls
as if my words aren't enough for you
like i'm not enough for you
i say i miss you a lot because you've changed. i miss the care, the love, the need for me
because i need you so damn much
your sadness is making you forget about me
well, my sadness is you
