Even when I pack my bags there is something that always holds me back.

See my days are cold without you, but I'm hurtin while im with you, and though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you.

And when I get the strength to leave, you always tell me that you need me, and I'm weak cause I believe you, and I'm mad because I love you, so I stop and think that maybe you can learn to appreciate me..

Then it all remains the same, that you ain't never gonna change.