You don’t love me like I wish you would.
You don’t deserve to have me open up to you. You don’t deserve to see me cry and certainly not to be the reason I cry. You’re not worth my time and effort.
So after all that and more, how could we ever be strangers? We can’t be. We say we are, but it’s impossible.
When the sun rose, it would all be over. Slip out of my fingertips. But once is better than never, my love.