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.