i was all over the place
thought i was getting better
couldn't see you face-to-face
burning your last letter
i knew the outcome from the start
but i didn't care, not a small part
maybe i'll be happy, that's what i thought
its hard to admit
i just want to be needed, a little bit
never ending up being anyones first choice
day and night missing your low voice
i can't explain why i wrote this. i just started writing and that's the result.