You

I think you're a little lost.

It's taking a toll but you don't see the costs.

Out of touch with the dreams that you tossed.

Unaware of the lines that you've crossed.

I think you're a little scared.

Too proud to admit that you cared.

Full of thoughts and feelings to share

but you never dared.

I think you're a little confused.

You don't know which path to choose.

You think it doesn't matter

cause you have nothing left to lose.

All you know how to do is bruise.

From all the times your love was abused.

Every hurt you felt was always excused.

Every bit of affection you offered was always misused.

I think you're a little tired.

It's been a long time since you've felt inspired.

From losing everything that you had acquired.

So weary and low from all that's transpired.

But I think you're a little strong.

If you disagree well then you're wrong.

You think that you don't belong.

But you've been wanted here all along.

I think that you're a little sweet.

I know that you think that you're incomplete.

But I feel warmth in your heartbeat

and a badass strength you can't defeat.

I think the sun shines out of your ass.

I don't care about who you were in the past.

I don't care who you loved first

As long as I'm who you love last.

I think you play the role that you've been cast.

More resigned to your fate with each year that passed.

The years speeding up, going so fast,

that eventually you lost control and that was when you crashed.

The facade you put up is made out of glass.

The flirt, the charmer, the cocky smartass.

You think I can't see through it,

because your act is world-class. 

I see the you that's real and raw.

The you that's there, underneath it all.