I'd like to clear out all the air now,
it's just that I have no idea how.
It's hard for me to face the truth,
and to face the fact that you have loot.
I wake up every morning,
needing to see your face.
And by the evening,
your voice is like the grace.
I can't eat without listening to you,
and I can't sleep without seeing you too.
But when you ask,
I'd never face the fact.
I'd rise my head,
and put on an act.
I'm fine that way,
it's how I've hoped to stay,
atleast that is what I say.
But I guess..oh shoot,
I've got nothing to say or do.
I've got to face the sad truth,
baby it's true,
I guess I do.
I do need you.
