So scared of breaking it, but you won’t let it bend. 

And I wrote two hundred letters I won’t ever send. 

Somehow it is cut so much deeper then they seem.

You’d rather cover up.

I’d rather let them be.

So let me be and I’ll set you free.

I am in misery.

There ain’t no other who can comfort me.

Why won’t you answer me?

Your silence is slowly killing me.

Girl you really got me bad, you really got me bad.

I’m gonna get you back, gonna get you back.