He's everything I want, he's everything I need, he's everything inside of me that I wish I could be.
He said all the right things and exactly the right time.
But he means nothing to me and I don't know why.
I guess I'm just troubled, too complicated to appreciate your simplicity. All I know is broken things, the lips that I kissed were painted with lies, your pure soul is alien to me. So believe me when I say you're too good for me. I just don't know how to love anything that's not colored in black :)
