I don't know you,
but I want to.

I've never spoken to you,
but I want to.

I can't hug you,
but I want to.

I can't hold your hand,
but I want to.

I can't kiss you,
but I want to.

I don't love you,
*but I want to.

Behind this screen I hide,
Probing you with questions.
I await your answers gleefully.
Waiting for you to reveal,
Another facet of your seemingly perfect being.

Yet I have never truly spoken to you.

I'm falling down a pit of dispair
All I hope is that I hit the bottom soon

I know I'm a ****
I know I stutter and stumble
I know I **** up, a lot
I know I take it too far
Forgive me
I'm not good at improvising

It's a ***** job
But I guess someone has to do it
If you've stood in a particularly large dog **** on your walk home,
I don't mind taking care of it
It's what I'm here for
But where can a doormat wipe its feet?

Lots of people complain about being a third wheel
I somehow seem to end up as the fifth 

It's not too bad being a third
Things like tricycles and Reliant Robins justify it

But I've never heard of anything with five wheels

It's over.
You could say that it was doomed from the start.
We both saw it,
We chose to ignore it,
And now we pay the price.

Our castle was built on sand.
I saw the cracks forming long before it collapsed.
Amidst the confusion we were separated.
And now we are lost,
Never to meet again.