For some reason I thought you needed me. I thought that if I was there, cooking, cleaning, and caring for you; you would care. I thought that your need for me and the things I would do would keep you. Keep us.
How long can you let love grow before you let it go?
I needed you too. I needed you to bend to my every move. I needed you to hold my hand as I walked the streets at night. I needed you to keep me calm and hold me tight. I needed you to need me too.
I need to let you go. I need to dream another dream of holding on to another hand. I need you to let me go too, so I can stop needing you.
Why was it you?