I put up this front that
I'm ready to move on,
Ready to talk to other people.
And I try it, what's the harm?

But at the end of the day
When  I lay naked and speechless
In my own bed, I realize some things;
I will always need your loving touch.

I will always need your soft kisses
I will always need your gentle caresses
I will always need your warmth
I will always need your sleepy embrace
I will always need your affection
I will always
N E E D
Y O U.

*But I will never admit that to anyone...