do you have time for my problems, and can you make time often, cause i seem to have alot of'em, and they tell me not to bottle'em,  do you have time for my issues, gonna need more than a tissue, are you the type to misuse, or do you think you can get through, can you make time for my sickness, can you get that spliff lit quick, can i just go to sleep, and would you even let me, would you follow the crowd, or hang outside of it with me, i can't handle the loud, but i sure could use some company Love, is being in love the same as loving it, fuck it these days, to tell the truth, to tell the difference between love and lust, you've gotta be succubus, man i fucking suck at this, writing words like this, ive loved you for so long, and yet still, haven't given you half of what i got to give you, i took a chance with you, when i thought i was heartless, you showed me that was hardly the case, you showed me it was the farthest from, you searched deep and dug it up, found it, cracked it in half, and gave it back, now you own it and i could never pay you back, you care for me, share my wounds and lick them clean, your scared for me, and i fear that you fear, I'll always be angry, but you fight for me, always, like my very own, knight in shining armor, but reversing the old ways, we both have our issues, but when needed, we both have a shoulder cry on and each others shirt for a tissue, your my safe place, the piggy bank for all the penny's for my thoughts, and when i get quarter to call soneone who cares, you're the one i bother, even if it's just dead air, i wish i had met you sooner, so we could have more time, if i had one wish come true, you'd be immortal, so you wouldnt get old and lose your mind, or get hurt or sick and id never have to watch you die, i wish it didnt take so long, i wish i coulda writ this song, just in time to make it rhyme, but fuck it here i am, dishing out what's on my mind, or just bitching, reminiscent of some drunk time, being done with some honey, and remembering, there's somewhere else i need to be, skitsophrenic ADD, sociopathic tendancies, a disassociative identity, with an extrovert personality, people say they knew me better, but i know me best 27th letter, do you have time for my problems, and can you make time often, cause i seem to have alot of'em, and they tell me not to bottle'em,  do you have time for my issues, gonna need more than a tissue, are you the type to misuse, or do you think you can get through, can you make time for my sickness, can you get that spliff lit quick, can i just go to sleep, and would you even let me, would you follow the crowd, or hang outside of it with me, i can't handle the loud, but i sure could use some company