love doesn't steal, it just takes way too much. two of us want to know why, three of us don't care. all of us want to be admired, with nothing forgotten or shared. we all want the same thing from different people. thinking of you, thinking of me. it makes it harder when everyone thinks the same. probably half of us are miserable and don't want to be reminded. you're not like them, you never was. some of us are easily offended. in the middle of the night, i wonder what ever happened to all my time and friends. i've never been so good at finding a dreamer with my opinion, personally that kind of thing makes me frustrated, but this makes me happy.