His little whispers, love me, love me. That's all I ask for, love me, love me. He battered his tiny fists hello to feel something. Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something.
It's too bad you knew me. When I wasn't ready. And I wasn't ready. Did I say, "Come and get me?". . And too bad I held on. When you tried to tell me. This was wrong.