There are things i cannot explain,
even though i am dying to.
like why i am the way i am,
and why i love you the way i do.
i realize it sounds more than a little crazy,
and i probably sound like nut.
but i can't seem to control my feelings,
sometimes it hurts worse than a cut.
my thoughts go wild and out of control,
while my heart grows more fond of you.
i may sound desperate and pathetic,
but i still think you feel them too.
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