I don't know if it's you I want or the idea of being one half of an 'us'.
It's been so long since I have felt part of something.
I'm torturing myself by forcing my poor square heart into a round hole.
You are so high up on this pedestal of mine that I can't even see who you are.
I don't think that matters.
I don't think it matters to me that I know we can never work.
This is just a challenge.
I need to see if I can make you want me.
I need you to want me.
I want you to need me.
I need this.