Isn't it funny, when the thought of a kiss makes you want to cry, and even though its hott outside, you long for the heat of someone else's body.
And you wish for the littlest things,
You dream about it, You cant get it off your mind...
You want it so badly...
And you know you probably will never get to hold this person, and it slowly eats at you inside.
Till you become a hollow core that lives off of daydreams and might-of-beens.