Looking
out
my window,
knowing that I should go
yet even
when
I pack
my bags
something always
holds me back...
See,
when
I get
the
strength
to leave
you, always tell me that you need me
And
I'm
weak
cause
I believe
you
And I'm mad because I love you
So I
stop
and
think
that
maybe
You can learn to appreciate me
Then
it all
remains
the
same
that
You ain't never gonna change
