Freaking Out.

I'm making you go away. Because of little things. Stupid things.
I'm losing you. And it's my fault.
You're always so good to me. Always sweet. Always kind. But loving me is something that I never seem to find. You're here. And I'm here. Why things between us can't just be OK? What else I need to make you mine? Because I want you. In my heart you already hang. Now I need to get into yours. But I can't find the key. You gave me, and I lost it. How am I supossed to find them if I have no eyes? If my heart is the only one in charge inside of me? Come on. Give me a chance. Just one. Kiss me. Open your heart. I can make you happy. I can make you mine.