Obsessionate
Singing so loud my lips are red
He’s kissing me so hard it’s almost pretend
Too bad it’s all in my head
Reading the same pages,
Over and over
Tracing my fingers
Over the black ink
Tracing my fingers
Over the black ink
Jealous of a nonexistent reality
The passion, adventure, and brutality
They get to live
They get to be happily forever after
Free from troubles and problems and nevers
They get to be happily forever after
Free from troubles and problems and nevers
Because they're too busy thinking about forever
Obsessionate over all the little things
Roaming wild, free in my head
Breaking boundaries
Stuck in my brain
My sanity to lose
A great deal to gain
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