Crazy about him, technically obsessed. in other words truly madly in love, practically blessed.

You think they're your friends, accepting compliments with a smile,
but you actually just in denial.
now that they're gone and you've said goodbye,
everyone of them is clear, everyone of their lies.

Of yes indeed, you are a need.
a need of mine, 'cause your so fine.
i will prove to everyone that i love you so,
when we kiss under the mistletoe.

From heavens above to seas below
i pray to god to bless his soul.
my love, my obsession.
the cause of my regression,
the reason for my depression.

Slow regression only leads to denial of my obsession which places me on the path to depression where i change my expression and work towards succession, but it only leads right back to my regression.

I am afraid that my doubts are true,
that you don't really love me.
but i am madly in love with you.

Why is everyone love obsessed? they think they are so blessed, to find someone to hold them tight. well, what if they're not right? what if love isn't always meant to be? 'cause that's the only answer i got when you left me.

Words are my passion; actions are my instincts.

I can't let go of all what we had, because it's all that I am.

False hope is denying emotions that are underlying even with everyone prying you rely on lying.