Is it something I do?
Did I change?
Why can't you tell me things?
Do you not trust me anymore?
How come it seems so different?
I can't tell you my life,
cos I can hardly get through it,
so why do you expect so much from me?
"I watch the night turn light blue.
But it's not the same without you,
Because it takes two to whisper quietly,
The silence isn't so bad,
Till I look at my hands and feel sad,
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly."
