I put the cradle at the back of my hands,
a cold breath at the side of your neck.
In terms for desire yet it's not at the peak,
just lay here and wonder what do we truly seek?

I'm no longer doing things for you anymore.
All you do is assume.
I'm worried for you and I'm paranoid.
I miss you and I'm clingy.
I'm pissed and it's a stupid reason.
I'm no longer doing things for you anymore.
If you want it, you earn it.

You're afraid to break my heart.

I'm not as strong as you think I am.
I'm not so easily attached as you think I am.
I regret that night even more than you do, even more than you could imagine.
Yet I still care so dearly.
Not because I am lustful towards this relationship,
But because I've set my heart on loving you, and loving you only so dearly.