What am I supposed to do without you?
You made me addicted to you.
This is all your fault and you know it, yet I still take the blame.
Why?
Because I love you.
I need you. The same way you need me.
Those butterflies you feel in your stomach comes from me, but you fail to realize it because you're selfish.
You deny that you want me, but I know that you do.
You smile the pain away, but I see right through it.
You're broken, but you refuse to show it.
Why?
Because you, my love, are selfish.