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This Isn't Insanity
0 ReviewsWritten: Thursday, January 15th, 2009
You frustrate me,
You silly girl,
Drive me completely insane.
I truly want to cry,
You make me want to cry!
To what purpose?
It's so confusing,
I have very little answers,
Of this strange plague.
This is a disease,
Something that won't go quietly,
Something I don't want to go.
It makes me miss you,
And it rips me apart,
And I call it a "good" feeling.
I must be insane,
To be in pain,
And be happy about it.
I'm not supposed to miss people,
Not like this,
Not this much.
It's such a new feeling,
That I feel lost,
Within my own emotions.
When I wander around lost,
My thoughts turn to you,
And suddenly I'm no longer lost.
I'm lost,
And your found,
And together we go hand in hand.
We make a circle,
We make a bond,
And this bond is love.
You silly girl,
Drive me completely insane.
I truly want to cry,
You make me want to cry!
To what purpose?
It's so confusing,
I have very little answers,
Of this strange plague.
This is a disease,
Something that won't go quietly,
Something I don't want to go.
It makes me miss you,
And it rips me apart,
And I call it a "good" feeling.
I must be insane,
To be in pain,
And be happy about it.
I'm not supposed to miss people,
Not like this,
Not this much.
It's such a new feeling,
That I feel lost,
Within my own emotions.
When I wander around lost,
My thoughts turn to you,
And suddenly I'm no longer lost.
I'm lost,
And your found,
And together we go hand in hand.
We make a circle,
We make a bond,
And this bond is love.
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