I wanted to be the one that you wanted

But a relationship just  isn't what you had in mind

And ain't nothing wrong with a good time, it's fine

And everything is good when I'm with you, until I realize you're not mine

But when I'm all alone and on the verge of crying

I tell myself; "don't worry, you'll be fine"

But I don't believe it and I think about it all the time

But I remind myself not to think too much

Why can't I stop thinking about your touch?

Why do I want more more all the time?

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"Claice, stop thinking, your'e fine"