Is it just me, or when you are denied something (even, if it's yourself doing the denying) that you didn't even want in the first place, is it then that you start to want it really badly?

It's just me, isn't it...

It's an itching sort of need, where there's a voice shouting:
"You can't have this!"
"I don't want it!"
"Good, because you can't have it!"
"But I don't want it!"
"Good, you can't have it!"

I know I for one get it in my head that I must have it...

[My derring-do allows me to dance the rigadoon
Around you
But by the time I'm close to you, I lose
My desideratum and now you]

It's 2am and I'm confused and conflicted, but then, what's new?

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