I find that others words fill the gaps, say what it is that I am trying so hard to say:

These are lyrics by Depeche Mode ...

<they start with a heartbeat ...>

I want somebody to share, share the rest of my life

share my innermost thoughts, know my intimate details

someone who'll stand by my side and give me support and, in return, he'll get my support

he will listen to me when I want to speak about the world we live in, and life in general

<don't die yet ... my words, to me>

...they may even be perverted, he'll hear me, Lord, and won't easily be converted to my way of thinking, in fact, he'll often disagree and in the end of it all he'll understand me.

I want somebody who cares for me passionately with every thought and with every breath ... somebody who helps me see things in a different light - all the things I detest I would almost like.  I don't want to be tied to anyone's strings.  I carefully try to steer clear of those things. 

When you spit from the twenty-sixth floor ...

And when I'm asleep, I want someone to put their arms around me and kiss me tenderly.  Things like this make me sick, in a case like this - I'll get away with it.

ooooooo

<boo - that's what I hear>

ahhhhhh