Frightening Admission: You don't know me. You may think you do, but you don't--not really. If you did, you wouldn't like me as much. You wouldn't respect me, and you certainly wouldn't trust me.
Today, I've been feeling needy.
My baser nature lies to me, and tells me what it thinks I need. I want to believe it, because some needs are easily met.
But I know the truth, and knowing the truth is supposed to set me free. I just don't feel free. I feel hollow and heart-hungry.
Tonight will be a night of playing this song repeatedly.