Fixated

by SammiBABY   Oct 5, 2004


I’m fixated, obsessed, whatever you want to say,
I’m living in the past, in the world of yesterday.
Every week it’s worse, those five hours seem longer
Every week these feelings get a little bit stronger.
I’m addicted with this thing that should be in the past,
and I’m wondering how long it all will last.
I’m missing those days when I could live in fantasy
I miss those times when I was a tree.
I look in the mirror and my smile is faded
and that’s when I admit that I am fixated.

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