it's always about poor, pitiful you.

you always have problems heavier than the weight of the world.

you tell me your troubles,

big and small,

like i'm the one supposed to stop them.

and if i don't?

you won't pick up the phone

just to see how i'm doing 

or to stop my emotions from killing me slowly.

because there's no point in love

if they aren't giving you something.