I am a follower.
I am a creep.
I’m stalking you.
I don’t care what you think.
You will be mine.
One of you.
One of these days.
One of these days…
I Want to feel
I want to know
I Want to taste
I want to smell.
I wish I knew what it’s like to feel someone next to you.
Their heart beating with yours.
I guess that’s what happens.
I’ve never had a moment to spare.
Success is spelled s-i-n-k-i-n-g.