when your here with me i know i dont need nobody else   to cling onto please don't leave me here all by myself   now you're not here, i still need you just as much as then   I'll be here just don't leave me on the shelf   sometimes i sit and think, if i were someone else   would i still feel the same about myself?   Sometimes i sit and wonder how it is   I can't move forward I just don't move at all   sitting here staring at my celling, I've got that sinking feeling   like i cant seem to dry my eyes.