Miss.
Miss you...

Level one involves realization.
That you don't love me...

Closing my eyes from the numbness I feel.
As my body shakes your body's appeal...

You are engaged to her and want me.
Still.. I can't tell you to back off...

Hello.
Long time no talk...

Looking at myself,
Inside and out...

My battle scars come in all shapes and sizes,
Lines...

I told you I loved you,
I said that I cared...

I am now red in the face,
About to blow a socket...

He makes me smile.
He makes me mad...

My dear friend calls me everyday.
He wakes me up at ten...

Your smiling and speaking softly,
Part of me wishes your hands were off me...