Jag vill inte höra era äckliga komplimanger. Jag ser mig själv bättre än vad ni gör. Jag ser insidan, ni ser fasaden jag gömmer mig bakom.

What if I need you baby? Would you even try to save me?

Or would you find some lame excuse to never be true?

What if I said I love you? Would you be the one to run to?

Or would you watch me walk away without a fight?