They don't want your mind, your chewed up, mangled and dribbled out thoughts. They don't want your opinion. They don't want the level of complexity stemmed from your emotional baggage. Coincidently the same baggage that they promised to handle so delicately.

They want your body, your reputation, your money, your attention, the idealism you emit. They want the materialism to satisfy the emptiness eating them alive. They want whatever you have that they don't. They don't care about you, to them your just another stepping stone to their unattainable satisfaction. You're nothing.

I'm different though. I don't want to fuck you. I don't want your money, or your reputation. I want your mind. Your thoughts, your contradictions, your flaws, your opinions. I want pure emotion, untainted and "real".