It's not much to ask for,
a sweet word, or just a kiss.
You're so cold to me
even when we're not alone.

I guess it is too much,
to be wanted and needed
to be fought for,
to step up for...

I guess in the end,
it no longer matters.
I'm not really worth it,
but, neither are you.

I need a warm heart.
I need a hug.
I guess what I need
is more than just you.

In just one night
you made me regret every other night
that I gave myself so easily
and I became nothing in your arms.

I thought I played my cards right,
and all along I had the losing hand.

But this is not a love son
And it is not for you.
It's about me, my fears:
to be alone, to be with you.