You don’t share me. You own me.
I`m surrounded by people and feel alone.
What is the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?
I'll be your mess, you be mine That was the deal that we had signed
It feels like the city is telling secrets down here, privy only to those who think to listen.
There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.