If time heals woe, then I'm couting to a billion slow.
You don't know me, but I know you.
You don't need me, but I need you.
You might not want me, but I'm here to stay.
You are the one I'm holding on to.
Otherwise, I think I'll disappear.
I can't let that happen to myself.
Just call me Juliet.
As in, the girl from the tragic love story.