She just needs: to feel
The human touch
Who cares if each night
She breaks off a piece of herself
For every different man's happiness
Even if its the wrong kind
As long as she gets to sleep
In the comfort of knowing
There's someone at her side
Maybe not in the way she'd like
But physically is all she needs

All she needs
To keep going
To continue
To stay alive

A/N: I wrote this the other night. When I was talking to Wayne. I miss sleeping next to someone I love. Thus, I gave myself a vision of a girl sleeping with a different guy each night just to maintain a sliver of her own happiness. Aren't people crazy?