It’s 10pm where are you? I shouldn’t be so worried about where you are. You have your own life but I can barely breath because I have to know that you’re okay. You don’t care where I am, and you don’t care if I’m okay. I can never tell you quite how my life revolves around you. How I feel, how I think, what I do, what I say, where I go, if I sleep or not, how much I eat.
