It's not that easy.

What can I do to make you care? Maybe the weather's just making you cold.

You wanted me back so badly.. and now what? I'm just a little trophy on your shelf. You can tell people I'm yours - maybe you just don't want anyone else to have me. But why then, when it seems like you don't even want me for yourself. I'm collecting dust and you've stopped admiring me - until someone points me out. Then you smile, and think I'm a beautiful addition to your belongings. That's all I am to you, and if you tell me that I'm more than that, well, you know I won't believe it.

"It's what you do to the people you say you love, that's what matters. It's the only thing that counts."

And you're not doing anything.

If I'm not carrying on a conversation - what conversation do we have?

I know you think I'm beautiful. But at this point that's all I'm sure of. Looks aren't everything boy, and you don't even know who I am anymore. I guess I don't know you either. Maybe we're just stuck on the idea of us, not the reality. In reality I don't know where we're going, and our future doesn't look so bright. Not if life's going this way. But I won't give up on you - not just yet.

Don't just tell me that you love me. I want you to prove it, because at this point I'm finding it hard to believe that you do...