I don't think I can love you, but I
could never let you go.
Tonight I shook at the thought.
The thought of you being gone--out of
my life once again.
I swear my body rejected the very idea.
But why?  Is it love?  I know better.
It's a need.  
I need you to be stuck here with me,
I need that rush you give me each time.

So no, I don't think I could love you
anymore than I love myself.
And I don't think I've changed one bit.
And I will do it all again.
But most importantly,
I can not leave you alone.