i love it when you play the guitar
and when you call, i just want to talk to you more
i love it when you call my name
and when you take all the blame
i love it when you look at me
and say that you need me
i love it when you constantly remind me to take care
and when you talk to me about stuff we share

you make me laugh
you make me cry
but its fine as long as you dont lie

you're emotional when im numb
you try and be strong when im not
you know what makes me happy
and you know it when im upset

your all i hate
but your someone i cant hate.

i love you.

i cant even hate you
nor get mad at you
even the idea of it happening seems vague
if it does, i think of it as a big plague

and when you put up your small grin
i ask why you're so mean
and you just say its nothing
when i know its everything

in the end you'll just say you got jealous
and we make amends and let the mistake show us
that we can make it through another rain
even if it causes us pain.

i love you.

to him from me

i wish he see's
if he can remember
i wish he feels
if he only remember

am i just a part of a memory
a fragment be forgotten
am i just a part of a memory
soon to be erased

will he remember
where he left me before
will he remember
how it was to hold hands with me

will he still want
to even come home to me
will he still want
to even talk to me

am i not enough
my very existence is a maze
am i not enough
im just a phase, im afraid

will i ever suffice
when he had the best
will i ever suffice
when he was once content

i hope im enough
that's all i wish i am
i hope im enough
to not to feel deprived.