I didn't want to make another song about you. But you insist on coming back into my life. I'm ashamed to say that I still would do anything for you. But I am nothing to you... nothing at all. Why would you tell me I was your world? How could I be so naive? Looking back now makes me sick; thinking of who I was. Me without you is so much better. So why can't I accept that? Why am I alone?