a little

bit of me

dies. every minute i spend with you.

i know what you dont want.

but i dont know what you want.

only you,

can make me feel

like

such a loser.

call me when you

need smth from me.

thats what you do

only

and

best.

i dont know
what good
will come out of this.

i shouldnt even have come.

i know how
it always ends.