"I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'm begging you to beg me.
Everything starts with a simple want.
We want this, I want that.
It could be a want to have,
We all want things to help us feel alive.
Want turns to need in time
A cure for the long-set-in itch
left by years of the drugs used
so she could dull the pain,
so she wouldn't feel the bruises left on her by lover's fists.
Need becomes love -
A love for something after the need is gone -
Or you think it's gone.
You begin to love the high,
the escape from black eyes and a battered soul.
and what happens after want becomes need
and need becomes love?
You fall down on your hands and knees.
Like a dog for a bone.
No satisfaction. It's inevitable.
We all beg, in the end,
For our lives.