Don't Think You Know How Hard This Is For Me.

I'm looking at you looking at me, what can I do but say sorry. It's a little late but you know I just want you to be happy. What I got to say to make you let me get away with it this time. I know you're upset and that you're happy just to sit and hate me, but I'll make a bet that you'll be better to forget about me, even better yet I'll let a little light melt the ice, ice baby.

All this time I've been dreaming of being somebody's somebody, and here I am, I'm somebody's somebody and all I want is to be alone again. It's not you babe, I'm sorry if you're reading this. I just don't know what I want. I want to be single, I don't know if I'm ready to let that go just yet. Saying that, I know I don't want to be alone. Is there a term that can define this disorder I'm going through? Do you know where I'm coming from... I just, don't know if I can do thissssssssssssss, to you or to myself.