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Just a feeling I had one night. |
| I know I shouldn’t, but I’m sorry, I do. I like the attention even though I don’t need it. Or do I? I like to feel this way, I like to feel wanted. Even though I am. I don’t know why I still feel like I need this but it's like a drug. It's like I can't get enough of it. Whenever there's someone new, I can't help it. If I get a taste, I come back for more. I do this with everyone. It's not fair because everyone knows it cant be. Everyone knows who I am and what I have. That holds them back, but only to an extent. There's no hiding the looks I get. There's no hiding what they think. I know what they think and I feed off it, live off it. There's some who have had it and still want more, and I use that. Theres some who have never but want to, and I use that too. I’m a bad person for doing what I do. I don’t know what I am but I know how to use it. I know how to give those looks and those touches. Just enough to keep them coming back. I know I shouldn’t, but I still do. |