I need you. Please call. Where are you?
I know exactly where you are.
But I need you here.
This silent call is as real as it gets.
Expressing my words. My feelings.
I'm trying to get to you.
You don't see it. You won't.
You're stuck, and I'm trying to help.
You pretend to be there.
Then pride gets in the way.
But I can see through you. I understand.
It's hard to pretend not to love someone.
Because when authority steps in,
They say we can't be.
So I hide it.
My feelings. My thoughts. Me broken heart.
All for you.
Why can't you?