I don't know what I'm about to really doOn the line, I'm about to place it when I loseI can give you fifty million reasons whyI wanna love, but I wanna hideOh, maybe you will love me, I don't know if it's trueI come with my own baggage, I'm sure you will do tooBut right before we really go too farHere's the chance to run and cut your heartHere's my open letter to youNot as good as youBut I'm done singing that bluesSo why should you have to?Here's my open letter to youNot as good as youBut I'm done singing that bluesSo why should you have to?Needy, I am, girl, I must confessJealous, easily glad it's off my chestI really think it's hidden in my jeansJust be patient with me, baby, pleaseOh, maybe you will love me, I don't know if it's trueI come with my own baggage, I'm sure you will do tooBut right before we really go too farHere's the chance to run and cut your heartHere's my open letter to youNot as good as youBut I'm done singing that bluesSo why should you have to?Here's my open letter to youI'm not asking you to chooseBut I'm just singing the bluesSo why should you have to?To youTo youTo youTo youTo youTo youTo you