You don't have to.

Blame me. I am a tad too careful.

I saw something I shouldn't have. But maybe it was meant for me to accidentally see.
I'm upset. And I feel like crying. Like I've been stabbed.
I just wanna say, many things, you don't have to.
You can just tell me.

Yes I like being spoilt.
Yes I like you spoiling me.
I choose to believe it tt way because I believe you love me.

I know you've given quite a bit.
But I do not think I haven't given fair enough either.

You probably didn't break my heart.
I broke my own.