My attempts at an entry couldn't say it as well as the song.

It's sitting by the overcoat, the second shelf, the note she wrote
That I can't bring myself to throw away, and also
Reach she said for no one else but you, cause you won't turn away
When someone else is gone

I'm sorry 'bout the attitude I need to give when I'm with you
But no one else would take this shit from me, and I'm so
Terrified of no one else but me
I'm here all the time, I won't go away

Hey, it's me -- I can't get myself to go away
Hey, it's me, and I can't get myself to go away
Oh God I shouldn't feel this way

It has, indeed, been a long day.

I'm pretending it's better because I don't know how to say that it's not.

I say that I enjoy lying about how I feel; in reality, I have no idea how to stop.

I have never felt so alone.