You need me so badly but I don't even know you. Your existence is meaningless to me. Knowing this hurts you, yet makes you crave me at the same time. You can't help how you need me, how you desire what you can't have. You're completely addicted to how I make you feel. When you're useful to me I might acknowledge you for a fleeting moment, otherwise it's as if you don't exist at all. Jerk and be consumed by your aching need for me, letting your inferiority sink in and hit you hard.