validate my existence, why don't you?
and I've never felt so sick, passing through walls, changing during seasons. I call, I call, but to no one and this desert and these oceans will keep up apart. You loved me. You accepted me. I recoiled because you were not him, you were not her, you were not what I wanted. I want what I cannot have.
You, this you that I am referring to, don't exist. I have known of no one who really does love me in the way I need.
you're beautiful, why do you reject me? am I that strange?
