it's always you, always all about you, always all for you.
it's always you.
what's the promise for? what's your promise for?
i'm not bitter, and i'm not jealous.
you found some words written on a page, does that make you quake? can you feel yourself break out into a nervous sweat?
do you remember when we used to talk? we used to keep secrets, and we used to hold hands with romance. would it be different if distance was the issue, and not proximity?