You and me, we were made to break
I guess there's always been this idea in my head of what I need and I've somehow never been able to quite reach the point of having it. Thing is... I'm starting to think my need was actually my want and what I really need is actually very different from what I want.
Maybe that's okay. Maybe that's how it works for everyone, I don't know. I know I'm growing tired of constantly waiting to see if I get just one more thing - just one more detail I need to be happy, just that little diamond on the crown I've given myself a while back and maybe then I'll be happy. Maybe.
Maybe I already am?