he loved me
but needed them
so he wanted to hold me close
but it was too hard in the snow
the other one loved me more
than his own sane
so he held me tight
but telling his touch was soft, would be a lie
this boy loves me
and I don't know what for
but he gives me all these little things, that make me feel home
but unfortunately once again
If I want him to stay,
I can't let him see the way I am
