Confused.

Why do people tell me they love me?
Why do people tell me they care?
Why can't people leave me alone?
Why are they always there?

I only love one person.
I only care about him.
I can't wait until everyone's gone, and we are left alone.

I wish they still told me they loved me.
I wish they still told me they cared.
I wish they were all still around.