How?
Love as the blind
it made its way into my mind
I can safely say I'm a hostage
but I'm trying to work my way free
it wasn't your fault, but how can you
cause this effect in me?
i'd hear stories
stories of people with those damned cupid struck arrows
never realized i'd be one of the many
who caught these phsyically feeling feelings
you aren't for me though
and this infatuation is mistaken
for something worth waiting around for
but the left side of my brain helps
like an ever so stricting belt
holding back what's chemically strung
feels more like a lose-lose, never to be won
I hope that this all goes away, or that i forget competely
by each rising sun
THIS isn't fun
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