All one ever desires is to be wanted and needed; once achieved it's not quite enough.
This uncertainty pulls and yanks at me as I fight everything I close my eyes to every night.
So I laugh and throw my head back in a false smile that chuckles back in the reflection of the things I wish I didn't see.
Things that I want myself to bury deep away from me.
I battle the one I love, wishing it wasn't ever there at all, it would have never been this bad.
Driving so fast that my head spins to the speed of my wheels, a complete destruction of how I would like my charisma to follow.
I want to know how it good it feels when someone looks at me that way.
