what i want, is what i want; whatever floats the boat. what i need? is some fucking stability. it just so happens that i turned out one of those sick masochistic folk who rage war with themselves not only because it’s fun, but because it’s crucial to my survival. and in stability? what i need?…is exactly the instability i’ve never known. all i’ve ever know is making a silly decision at the drop of a dime, and knowing others to sing along to my song. you are the snake i am the charmer, let me float on a song your way, and you’ll think it to be just music, but i know better; i’ve got you now.- that is my stabilty. to me instability is someone ramming my own song through my head. someone let the voices play out over and over again so that i know my words are mine, all mine. someone to show me with out moving how the dance is done.