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It's a shame, a tragedy in truth.
You sell your soul for far less than it's worth.
All the love that was missing in your youth.
Now you settle for whoever shows up first.
So how can I be sure that I am more
than the first in line outside your open door?
I'd rather you want me than need me in your life.
Don't wanna be the air you breathe or the sleep you need at night.
No, I'd rather be your favorite song, your quiet storm request.
'Cause I don't want you to need me.
I need you to want me more than the rest.
When you say that you can't be alone,
I wonder if just anyone would do.
So tell me now, I really need to know.
Am I the one, or just one of a few?
I can live my life on my own.
You know that I can make it alone.
But I choose
to make your heart my home.