Feeling wanted is like a drug
It gets in your veins and you can't get enough
The problem is the wanter could be wrong
And he wants you and you want him to belong
In your life so that you stay satisfied
With that drug that he has supplied
But after grasping at handfuls of air
You look down and realize nothing is there
He is like trying to fill a bottomless pail
With a water of emotions, it fails
So after all the trial and error you see
The pail won't fill cause he doesn't own keys
To happiness living deep in your soul
He is the wrong wanter and won't make you whole