Why are you asking me to save you?
I don't even know what you need saving from.
I don't know what's tearing you apart, and what keeps you up at night.
I don't know you.
How can I fix you, when you can't even tell me what's broken?
When you can't even give me and idea of how.
Why keep asking me all of the complicated questions involving us.
I don't know you anymore, and as much as I'm trying to figure you out again, it seems as if you're not letting me.
Like you don't want me to.
And if that's how you'll be, I'll stop trying, and eventually give up.
And we'll have lost eachother twice.
