I can’t tell if I’m crazy, or if I just need you.
I think I’m crazy, because I can’t possibly need you.
I have to be self-sufficient.
I can’t depend on another person for my happiness.
People are fickle.
The only one you have control over is yourself.
(Some form of control that is, my mind never listens when I tell it to stop thinking about you.)
I must be crazy,
because if I need you, I still can’t have you,
and I’ll just go crazy anyway.