You're not my man. Likewise, i am not
your woman. I want to have you but i don't have it in me.
I'll let you hold my hand again tonight. It's not because
it's you. It is because I am selfish and lonely tonight.
Those words of comfort I gave you...I think I might need them.
That hug, that soothing. Those empty, decorated compliments; I
think I need them too. Reassurance that I'm a good person,
that I have a heart. Can you please tell me those things? When
morning comes you'll have to let me go and pretend nothing
has changed. Don't call or get too concerned, but honey,
I think I've hit a wall tonight. I can't fix
this on my own. I'm not sure how I'm going to keep this
show running. I'm so sick of playing myself and coming back
to you. You're not mine and i'm not yours. I keep telling
you. It is not because it is you, it is simply