I'm stuck in my own world, replaying the past in images until I hurl, conveying a type of loneliness that feels limitless, it's me against the world, weighing down on my shoulders, acting as if all my relationships are frivolous, I give up on everyone I care about, trying to save what I shouldn't, the worst part about myself is I'm a hypocrite, full of doubt, I do the opposite, constantly contradict myself but you are modest, flawless, polished, someone I wanna be with, help me achieve my desires in the smallest, I know you won't be there all the time but I acknowledge that you want to try and I'll reciprocate your feelings, let's both be honest, I want to feel them