I sent you a song the other day. I said I thought you’d like the guy’s voice. You said you’d add it to the list and sent one back.
I listened to it and liked it. I usually do like your suggestions, but I don’t know if I like them because I like them or do I like them because you suggested them. Have you gotten so deep inside that you’re affecting me that much, that I can’t decide whether I’m me or I’m me because of how it relates to you?
The latter would make sense. I’m sure everyone would believe it too.
You never answered whether you liked my suggestion or not. Figures. I’ve always liked you more than you’ve liked me, and I guess that’s the eternity that I’m left to wade through.
I love a girl who doesn’t love me back.
It’s not her fault though.
I’m just tired and I wish I could stop, but love’s hunger is everlasting.