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You see I have this.. 'thing'.
It's a curse, a crutch
a disease, if you will.
No, it's not that which was designed to kill.
It may sound cliche,
but I do believe I..
Love. Too. Much.
I may conjure fancy lines
and make emotions feel real,
but hold onto your hats here's the big reaveal!

To which they usually reply,
"What's your fucking deal?!"
"What's the catch?"
"what did I do?"
It's a misunderstanding,

I swear no catch.

As for what you did you do,

there's a wrong place and wrong time

and this time

it was you.

You claim I'm a player

and declare I'm a joke.
Believing only that I waste our time,
just blowing out smoke.
To me it's not waste.
The very words I speak are true.
I'm not pontificating deception.

I have no reasons to lie to you.

Now unlike Hortor,

I didn't hear a Who.
The love I felt was something I just knew.
Now it's time to sink or swim.
I'm a parasite crawling under your skin.
I'm in your head.
Exclaiming, "I want to be more!"

Not a one night stand.

Not your two dollar whore.
I said I wanted more
and that is very true.

So I ask,

"If loving one isn't wrong,
then why is loving two?"
I don't justify what I do,
I merely project what I think.
I don't know why my thoughts are so.
I suppose it's time I see a shrink.
I'm the crazy one right?
I want too much.
I want to make others happy.
I want to be sensually touched.
I give my condolences
to those I've hurt.
To those I've lost,
I send my dearest regrets.
For it was the times with you
that I will never forget.