If you want it,
it will only slip away.

It's like an itch.
What's it take to scratch it?

I'd give everything I got
to not want a single thing more.

Would you?
What could we come up with together?

The only power I know
lies in our togetherness.

I thought I would make it on my own.
Should I laugh or cry at such a thought?

I suppose as long as you laugh or cry with me...
I think we'll be okay...