Call it infatuation
Call it a waste of time
Call it whatever pun to say
You’re always on my mind
I can’t imagine someone better
Won’t settle for any less
It’s a sad cruel world
when your one true love doesn’t know that you exist
I tried to kill you a thousand times
Lock you in my bitch slave cellar
Poke and prod your mind
Try to find some fault to hate
But you always seem to break my hex
Elude my abduction
Give me one more reason to think our love is intertwined
Maybe I’m just krazy
I guess it must be so
But I have nothing better to do than love you from afar
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