I long for you, stranger.

Why do I miss you? For your company, or for your clinginess, or for your attention?   Why, oh lover, did you suddenly stop loving? And why did you make me long for your love... Oh stranger, what have you done to me? I miss your attention, which I used to wish would leave me be... I don't know if I want to see you or not... Why, sly fox, didn't you tell anyone about me? Do you want me to be your secret? I am full of questions because you are strange, and your actions are strange, and I have begun to long for you, stranger...