alone again or

I think i’m going for a walk now, I feel a little unsteady. Don’t want no one to follow me, except maybe you. I can make you happy, you know? If you weren’t already. I can do a lot of things, and I do. To tell you the truth I prefer the worse of you, too bad you had to have the other half. She’s not really my type, but I think you two are forever. And I hate to say it, but you’re perfect together. So fuck you, and your untouchable face, and fuck you, for existing in the first place. And who am I, that I should be vying for your touch? I said who am I? I bet you can’t even tell me that much.