Remember things for the way they were, not the way they could've been. Wrap your head around my heart, and you'll find nothing but yourself in it's contents. You could tell me to do anything, and I would stop my heart to make it happen. You say I'm whipped? I say I'm enslaved. Past the point of whipped, my life is nonexistant, my life consists of you. And nothing and no one else. Not even me. Especially not me. Thoughout my entire life, I've spent time with me, by myself and wanting something more. Now that I have you, I can't stand to be by myself any longer. I can't stand it. Every moment not spent with you feels like wasted breathe, wasted oxygen. Like when you're not around I should just cease to exist. The very air I breathe is wasted without your presence. I defile humanity with every breathe I take. The very word is trashed by my existence! Until you enter the room, and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel isn't a train, just a blind man on a pushcart.