Rags: The New American Musical: Wanting

How could this feeling come again?
 When I was safe at last
 Calm at last
 Free
 Then I turn around, there he is
 And the room is bright where he is
 Don't I ever learn?
 No, I stand here wanting
 Wanting him
 
 I must bе wanting in my brain
 I must have demons in my head
 To feel this dangеrous
 Ludicrous
 Treacherous
 Maddening need
 Then I see his eyes
 And they dance
 I see her eyes (All they hold are lies)
 But they dance
 Don't I ever learn?
 Oh, this stupid wanting (Mindless, pointless)
 Like a swift summer storm, let it pass
 Like a hot midnight fever, let it pass
 No more wanting
 Things that cannot be
 Things that can't be mine (No more wanting him)
 Wanting her
 End this wanting
 Tear it out of me
 End this helpless
 Wanting
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 Don't I ever learn? No
 I stand here wanting