little girl it's not me that you love but the idea of me, the idea of not being lonely, of having someone to fill in the gaps of your emptiness when needed and i love to watch it crumble before your eyes, the twinge of disappointment and being let down and i don't have to do anything really, no real effort, until you realize that you don't even know me how could you possibly be in love with me or love me and that day will come and we'll kiss each other on the cheek and put away the knives and walk away and learn how to get along as strangers once again