Pathological

I am looking for someone to love, not need; I can’t say a word you’d receive; In another life she still would leave. I’m surrounded by the face from a dream, The emptiness draws out the scream; The loneliness watches her beam. Angry hands against the screen. My love, pathological and unforeseen. Last summer she was with me; Last summer, caught in between. Last summer, the mania I grieved. Last summer, the lie I believed; Humiliate the one you need. I am looking for someone to love, not thieve; I am looking for someone to love, not bleed.