I miss you, but i don't want you

Oh how i miss you but i don't want you
Do i just want your touch
Your kisses
Your body
Or do i just want to be with somebody?

I lie awake at night, thinking
Thinking about us, about what we used to do
The times we had shared together
Even when we're apart
I know we had it then

At times i wonder is there a regret on some point
Or am i guilty of being afraid to fall
Or am i just not into that thing called 'us'

Saying i'm not ready is an understatement
A reduced fact that i'm just not that into you
But still, a fact

Though that, i still miss you
Your tender touch
Your kisses
Your body
And yeah, that thought of what might have been