Will you stay with me, here in this room forever?
Is that too much to ask of you?
Will you remind me of how much you love me?
Is that too much to ask of you?
Is it too much of me, to mention that I hate when you leave?
That when you leave, I feel so empty, bare, and used.
Unsatisfied.
Still to this day, I cannot explain why I feel that when you leave.
The only best solution to prevent this feeling,
is to stay with me, here in this room.
Forever.