How do I tell you what love is?

How do I describe it to you?

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Will you always love me? Even if I do this one terrible thing?

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I just won't choke this time…

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I don't remember you looking at me, even when I wanted you to…

If I don't move, if I stay right in these spot, will you promised to come back?

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I even ran from the rain

I even looked in from the rain

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Please come back I now I can't stand it here!

We keep on waiting

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I stop thinking people cared and loved me…

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And I was horrified to finds, that none if it bothered me

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Can I say things like that? Things like love?

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I was even ok with him leaving

I knew what he saw when he caught us

I was too terrified to talk to you

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Even if he was using me, I was going to keep letting him use me, or else I was alone

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I never ran from you, I never hated you for that!

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Shall I describe love to you? Better yet, infatuation

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Am I doing something so terrible wrong?

Have I been such a horrible person?

I don't forgive myself, I've tried

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I can hear the sounds, coming from below

Scratching, clawing, trying to get out

I can't keep the sounds in anymore, I'm too weak