i'm having a break down in your bed
soaking up the sheets wet
with tears that burn at each and every lying word you spoke
you said you'd be here, well - then why am i alone?
i called you on your phone
you asked, why are you crying? quit sniffling, quit being sad!
(if it was that easy - believe me)
i couldn't tell you that i needed you
that lately my dark thoughts are becoming too strong
you asked me why i want to talk to you all of the time
and there was such irritation and anger laced within your voice
i choked back even more and whispered, i'm sorry, i'm sorry
ended the call that i knew you wouldn't return

i'm having a break down in your bed
wishing that i was dead
if you could please save me, before then?
but you have already left
and it is so selfish of me to ask
and i feel that it would be beautiful
to be needed like that
but i have never been needed,
i am always the needy
and i can keep saying sorry
but that doesn't change this urging feeling
that i need, i need - somebody