In and out. In and out.
Everyone just seems to be passing through.
People just stay for a visit and never long enough to understand.
That was until I met you.

You made me feel special.
I had a friend.
We could laugh and dance and talk together.
And I was happy.
This was what it felt like to have someone stay.
But why should I expect anything different from what's happened before?  

There's the rub.
I let you get close. I let myself be happy.
But I'm left feeling the same as always now that you are on your way out.
You are needed somewhere else, I understand.
But can't you see that I need you too?