They say I need this to be satisfied

but why can't I stay dissatisfied?

I stay in my bubble, to keep from trouble

keeping my heart from breaking apart

keeping my counterpart from being needed.

They tie me from being succeeded

I love it, how must I stay from being conceded?

I stress, so I panic

I think I need it to stay manic

I'm alone here waiting for it to come

Gasping, reaching for what I can't have

I experience the fault that keeps me like a thunderbolt.

Waiting, calculating, complicating for what I can't have

for what I want

It keeps me from suffocating and separating

It is my life, while they are my captivator

How different would it be, if I didn't have the one thing I can't live without?

My happiness