Theres 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 with 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 spoilt 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