I'm still searching for who I have to be Im order to recieve what I need. but the problem is, You is you and me is me And I was too busy trying to figure out how to fit that into WE now see... since u is u, that means it must be a double u (W) And me is me And I'm willing to give you all of me But that wont be necessary... I think WE just need the (E) Now (WE) can just make do with being each other's love letters But never stopped to think that we had already ran out of ink. And now I've begun to believe that the our hours weren't really ours WE coulda been minutes, but u never meantit So I must be a second. But sixty seconds is a meantit And what you saycan't mend it Even if you do say it sixty times So WE must not be a saycan't. What am I to you? Do you believe me when I say what your love concieved is still bleeding? Out of all the UU's and me's in the world Love letters like these are a dying species constantly bombarded by misspellings and apostrophes So me's is just a little less than a mess. And I'm still searching for who me has to be in order to deserve reciprocity. It's hard to keep letting your letters have a spell on me Even harder to let go of everything I ever wished to be I'm still adding up all the ways to love you But while I got caught up in equations of our situations I never came to the realization That you don't love me.