I don’t have a lot of things in my life, because you hold enough power to fulfill me a million times.

I don’t have a lot of people in my heart, because you take up too much space, and I still fall apart.

I could have anyone, anyone else; I could make anything, anything work–

yet I say I want to be alone, and you’re still by my side.

Yet I say I want to be alone, and you’re still by my side.

I don’t have a whole lot of hope for this world, except when I see you talking to your girl.

I don’t have a lot of thoughts for the human condition, but I think I’ve been conditioned to just care a bit–

maybe even care more than a bit.

I could have anyone, anyone else; I could make anything, anything work–

yet I say I want to be alone, and you’re still by my side.

Yet I say I want to be alone, and you’re still by my side.

~ Sammicakes