what do you want from me? because i thought i knew. i thought those moments meant the same thing to you as they meant to me. like we were on the same page...but with the way you're cutting me off i'm starting to realize i don't know what page you're on, or even what book i could find it in. if it even exists. if we were ever real at all. if i matter to you–if i matter to you a fraction of the way that you matter to me. so many if's. you are the one constant, that's what i thought. you are the hottest summer sun i've ever known and yet in an instant you become the coldest winter i can't survive in. you tell me you love me then lock yourself up behind that guarded expression you give so many people when they ask you how you are. i thought i was different. i thought i broke down your walls only to find out they're stronger than anything i could take. what are we becoming? i just wish i knew. no matter how far away i am, i'll always be searching for your eyes. the first familiar face in the crowd was always yours. now i'll be lucky if i ever see it again.
