Sometimes I really want.
The act of impulse can dry my discipline
I have never been one to enjoy self-control
It seems so restricting…sufficating
Ironic that it is where I find my affliction
Is pride so high in everyone’s eye
Or is loss the primary weakness
I don’t believe in fate, but he believes in me
Perhaps you just wish to curse me with this haunting
And yet still, some thoughts can run tangent
Calculating every move
But in lamen’s terms, I just wonder
I want to know, want a clue
Want you.