don't make me change my mind.

And I am so fucking exhausted I don't even have the energy for tears.
So drained, so mentally anguished, the words don't seem like mine anymore.
Words said, I've never learned to be able to take them back, even if I realized that's not what I meant just a mere second later. I know, my mouth is too hard and I am too stubborn, but I need these, to help protect what's really beneath.

Yes, I do need you.