I wonder if you actually know how I feel when we argue.
It kills my soul, down to the core of my bones, but I can't help but to really care about you.
I believe you are something special.
But your harsh attitude clashed with something so gentle.
My heart was so gentle.
Gosh, why am I so sensitive, so soft ?
It's like my skin bruises to harsh talk.
I can't stand it.
I don't understand why I want you so bad, but the thought of us not being together always made me sad, wishing that you and I were madly in love.
You and I, and I, I can't help but to care about you so much.
But these arguments are tearing us down, jumping from one side to the other like we're playing double dutch.
I just really care about you ..