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?
"Claice, stop thinking, your'e fine"