Baby its me, maybe I bore ya. No no, no more, cause I can't afford ya.

I don't think I'd really want her even if she wanted me again. To be totally honest, I'm scared. Scared queasy. I fear she will be more trouble than I can handle. And at any rate, I don't really think its love. Its really just loneliness. I'm lonely and so is she. Lonely romantically of course, cause friends don't count that way. My fear overrides any other visions I can peer into. There is virtually no future. The moment I think or even dare to think that there may be some kind of future, my stomach tightens in a knot and the vision if cut off. She is beautiful yeah...very beautiful. But its really not what I am looking for. I am sad cause I know that at some level I do like her a lot. But she's really not my type. I don't want to spoil things by predestining what I should be looking for, but I seriously can't see anything anymore. If we did get together, it'll be one of those gothicky dark relationships with tons of fights and violent sex or something. She's just too damn hot and outgoing and sparkly and promiscious. I'm just too different...just gotta see..