I wish I knew what I really want. I’ve made mistakes, way too many. Just to know if I’m making the right choices but always end up hurting myself. Always ending up with the same thing, over and over again. I wish I knew what you really want too. Why are you always doing this to me? Is this what you want? Me, getting fucked up with each passing day. When I really decide to leave, do you have to drag me back? I love the feeling, yes. I love the feeling of being with you, I wish, it was real. I wish, we won’t lose this moment forever.