This is my confession
of my obsession:
Reoccurring thoughts of you
making me feel like a fool.
Because I'm constantly craving your attention.
I think about you more that I should mention,
and there is a constant war in my flesh,
I need to kill this lust so I must confess:
You are my obsession
my preoccupation.
Your concurring my mind,
thought of you consuming my time.
Before I know it, I got to see your smile,
and I got to talk to you for a while.
Now I'm driving myself insane
and your the one that I blame.
Because if you never would of smiled at me the way you do,
maybe I could stop thinking of you.
I would of never convinced myself I love you.
And now I'm sitting here without a clue
of how to get rid of my obsession, fixation,preoccupation...
thoughts of you.
