Almost Become an Obsession
You were my obsession, baby
the one I thought I'd forever love
you had my hopes and dreams, baby
I thought you came from above
But I found out you weren't all that
that what I imagined was not a fact
the truth is you suck
and it was just my luck
in my stupid little teenage mind
to make you my obsession, baby
I hate the way you smile
I can't look into your face
I hate the way you laugh
And I think it was Grace
that made me see my mistake
in making you the center of my life
you've only brought me strife
I'm glad I'm getting over you before I got to fall
and looking back
I thank God that now
your not my obsession
at all
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