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 eyes.
