You sit. A fear in you head, and I predict the thought behind your every word. Because of her, because of she, because of we, because of us. Never you. Not you. Whats wrong?
Nothing
To do
With
You
Your reason, the same as mine- because of her. Your thought's, the same as mine- Because...

I sometimes wonder if one day it will be you and I. Alone. Together. Or will I always have to live at liberty of your haunting thoughts of something so much better.
It's never me

I could give you the world, it wouldn't matter
I could love another, it wouldn't matter

It must be difficult, but at least I acknowledge that of you. You don't have a clue how hard it is for me