I want it.
I need it.
I will take it.
I love the feel of it.

The need for it is even worse,
than regret of doing it.
Could say I'm sorry or don't worry,
but lying about it is denying it.

I want it.
I can't deny it;
I will take it.
Because I love it.

The feeling haunts me day after day.
I'll never escape from it.
Secretly I don't want to flee from it.
Because I love the feel of it.

I want it,
can't escape from that.
I love it,
can't change that.

The need for it will fade away.
I can't believe it, just hoping for that day.
Secretly I still love it,
still need it...

I want it.
I need it.
I want to take it and go.
But for now I can say: no.