I want whatβs beyond control,
I want reactions from feeling,
I want to hear sweet ballads
and know thereβs meaning.
Itβs the words that count,
not the word count,
even the shortest song
can be worthwhile.
I crave dependence,
Itβs hard to admit
to myself Iβm not needed,
I need to feel something
and thatβs selfish –
but how do I
just swat these feelings aside?
When itβs the only thing that give me purpose.