Insane


Insane is my brain when I think about touching your
silky white skin.
Insane is my brain when I think about kissing your
beautiful cool pink lips.
Insane is my brain telling me how to act when I see
kissing another man.
Insane is my brain telling me how to feel when I'm
choking the life out of you.
Damn you whore, I loved you!
Now I'm just insane.

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