Why do we crave what we crave?

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Sometimes I want too much,

And then sometimes too little.

When you’re with me, I think that’s enough 

And then I find myself wanting more

Like a greedy child staring at the melting chocolate ball, 

When you’re not around 

I tell myself that’s alright, 

You don’t need much, 

And really, I don’t 

I am enough.

I am enough.

I am enough.

Aren’t I? 

Tell me,

Why do we crave what we crave? And then forget all about it? 

Why do we crave each other? 

Why do we crave isolation? 

Why do we crave everything? 

And then nothing at all?