when your here with me i know i dont need nobody else
to cling onto please don't leave me here all by myself
now you're not here, i still need you just as much as then
I'll be here just don't leave me on the shelf
sometimes i sit and think, if i were someone else
would i still feel the same about myself?
Sometimes i sit and wonder how it is
I can't move forward I just don't move at all
sitting here staring at my celling, I've got that sinking feeling
like i cant seem to dry my eye