YOU TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME
BUT THEN WHEN THEY'RE AROUND
I DON'T EVEN MATTER, YOU SPILL
YOUR HEART TO ME, BUT NOT
EVERYTHING. YOU CALL ME JEALOUS,
WHEN YOU ARE THE ONE WHO GETS
SO UPSET. I HAVE A QUESTION FOR
YOU. WHY DO YOU LOVE ME? WHY
DON YOU WANT TO BE WITH ME?
