Sometimes I love you (or sometimes I think I love you). Other times, I need you just because I can see you. More times, I want you because I know I can have you. But more of the time, I just want you to see me and have me all for me for who I am but especially, because you know me, actually.
It’s hard, sometimes I just want to leave. More times, it makes me want to drink. But a lot of the times, I would rather be there than here and it kind of makes me scream.