The only thing worse than being alone,
is being with you.
Coz I spend all day telling myself you're busy,
And all night convincing myself you aren't busy.
Either way I never see you.

How hard is it to pick up the phone and say 'babe I miss you.'
But you can call to ask where am at? Who am with?
What are you, my parole officer?

I try so hard to be what you want,
Tripping over my feelings so as not to tread on yours.
But you humiliate me,
Insult me and ignore me.

It hurts!!!!
I cry myself to sleep at night holding out for a hug that won't come.
I long for you to put aside your animosity and tell
me you need me.
I tremble when I get the shakes from withdrawal cause am hooked on your love.
I wish you could just put yourself in my shoes and tell me,
Would you stay or leave?

I look at you and see someone I have never met.
You could walk away and wipe my name off your heart.
I reach out and touch empty space,
Cause you aren't here.
You act like you are but you aren't.
Tell me, do you still love me?