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There's a likely chance that if you're a girl I've met, I've imagined a life with you
I know that probably sounds obsessive, but that's just what I do
I'm desperate, like a praying atheist
I need love, I need affection, and I hate myself for this
"Get over yourself," I say under my breath
When I get annoyed by the thoughts in my head
I don't deserve to say I'm sad, I don't know what sadness is
I'm nothing more than complaints from a dumb, spoiled kid
I crave love, I crave attention, and I hate myself for this
I'm embarrassed by my depression when I put things in perspective