I guess I need you,
things arent right,
since you left.
All day I dream of you,
and wait ... 
for someone to hold me like you used to.
You never wanted to let go ... 
did you?
Im wishing things will get better,
while knowing they wont.
Once, he held me like you did.
But that doesnt make him different, does it?
I know hes going to leave.
Im waiting for it,
knowing it will come.
Hoping I wont get attached,
that it wont crush me,
like when you left.
Im silently begging him,
begging him not to break me.
I desperately hope he listens.
but hope isnt really hope,
until its gone.