this stress is killing me ,eatin my brainn up , use to think you were too hot for me
too many obstacles to conquer , i'd conquer the world for you i guess.yup
I’m thinking I must be crazy . My ideals are getting a little hazy
What are you doing to me? Its like I’m driving without a steering wheel.
I have no idea where I’m headed . In some crazy sort of twist of fate , I hope its to you.
I really believe this is real . And if it’s not , don’t ever tell me . I don’t even want to know
to me your perfect in every single way , and more.
how do you feel this way . if sincere then your just as crazy as i
How do I feel this way? Never feeling an embrace , a touch a real look or anything.
How do I know this is real I ask myself .
Its like I’m driving without a steering wheel no gas petal , no brake .. I have no control but I here I am , still on the road . The signs are in a language that I don’t know . I have no idea where I’m going. But in my sub conscience.. and in my not so sub conscience I hope in some plot turn , I’m going to you. How is this real , I am not really sure . I like you the way you are . We click perfectly..
Possibly I have figured out why we are so far .. Something this perfect needs to have its road blocks .. To make it all worth it .. Snow white - the poisoned apple , her evil step mother , sleeping beauty , being asleep , Ariel was a mermaid .. Common denominator they all got their prince .. A couple states and few hundred miles , away from her prince. Damsel in distress . I am in dis-t-r-e-s-s
