The water’s warm, but I’m still cold.

I’m still thinking, under this boiling pressure.

I want you to be infatuated with me, like I am.

You’re aware of my mind, of how I view your people.

You think I’m bad, you haven’t met the right people yet.

I might be blind, but I’ve seen the maze your home is.

The water’s turned cold, but I’m boiling.

I don’t love you, but I want you.

And,

I need you to become infatuated with me.

Like I am.