I think it is rather evil,
I crave what I dread the most.
I crave to be understood yet I dread to be pitied,
I crave to be held yet I dread to be touched,
I crave to be seen yet I dread attention,
I crave to be more yet I dread to be too much,
I crave to be alone yet I dread to be lonely,
I crave to be loud yet I dread to make noise,
I crave your love, yet I dread it, too