I'm Sick

You make me crazy; you make
me sick. I want you so bad right
now-its burning me inside.

Our kisses are desirable, our hugs
are way too comfortable, our love
is picture perfect. It makes others
drool.

How'd we get so lucky? That we
met that one day?

Was it fate that brought us here?
Or just the luck that we share-oh
well I don't care. All I know is...
I got it bad. This sickness called
love.