If you're listening this is how much it hurts.
Oh, I'm wrong,
I'm wrong again,
But not because of where I stand but where I've been,
And it burns,
Oh, you know it burns like hell,
To know there's nothing I can do but wish you well.
Hope, I need it.
Attention, I want it.
Trust, I require it.
And what about love?
Do I need, want and require it right now?