Nowhere Left To Go

...and I can't help myself,
I keep falling for you all over again

it's like everytime i'm out the door
I'm right back in your arms all over again

I'm saying yes, I'm saying no,
I'm telling you; you gotta go
and then I wind up still here
staying all over
loving,
missing,
wishing you were here all over again...

pick up the phone and call your number
are you home?
can I come over?

oh why do we be like this?

.leona lewis