Every time I get close to you, I take the risk to fall apart. It's already happened once, a hundred times even, but it would appear I haven't had enough.
Only your words move me deeply. Only your name makes me shiver when I hear it. Only you have such an effect on me. Only you do me as much good as you hurt me.
I thought we had started over again, that we were good friends, but I was wrong again.
You don't care about me any more today than you did yesterday.
I am nothing to you, or not much. Am I only a game? A distraction? Among the things you care about, I always come last.
You don't worry about what you provoke in me. Only you matter. You and your life which I am not part of.