Am I weak?
It seems that the only way I can survive,
Is by your pain.
Why?
Why can't I go on, on my own?
Why does the sound of your voice heal my wounds?
These things I just don't understand.

I sit and cry all day
Wondering how this happened to me.
Wondering why I need you,
Why I need to hear your voice to keep living.

What if something happened to you?
What would I do if I didn't have you?
Well, I know I don't have you now know but,
how would I go on?
What would I do?
Am I so fucking pitiful to desperately want to be with you,
Even in death?

What the hell is wrong with me?
I must be really fucking weak!