What is it that I think I need?
Is there love in me that wants to be freed?
Or is it selfishness and ego
We carry with us everywhere that we go?
This feeling that life's incomplete
Do you feel that too?
Do you want what I want?
And if I should start to cry,
And I can't begin to tell you why,
And I stumble when I begin,
It's cause I don't understand anything.
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