End of Sorrow
"Sometimes, I get so scared of loving you too much
What's wrong with that?
I really can't see anything but you
Right now, the most important thing is to satisfy ourselves
Are you sure?
Yeah
I love you
I need you"
I needed you again, needed, as in times that have passed.
But I try not to call you, because I don't want you to realize how much I need you.
Because I know that if you see this, you'd be too proud of yourself.
I'm sure, because I know how works your head.
Nevertheless, how much longer I can resist and do not call you?
Sometimes I hate my 'addiction' of you, hate, because you become independent of me, and this makes me want to get you back in someway, because this, you became an addiction, and I can't be cured of you, my obsession, my need, my 'addiction'.
But I want you so...
I can't take anymore, until I get my phone in hands and call you, you know by my tone that I need you right now.
"I need you ..."
And you come see me, you come calm me down, give me my dose of 'cure', the dose of my addiction. And will love me, even for a few moments, until I fall asleep, where I no longer feel pain or sorrow... Or even dependence...
And that's the end of my sorrow, at least until the morning comes, at least until the next abstinence, until I need another dose of you ...