Insane
Insane is my brain when I think about touching your silky white skin.
Insane is my brain when I think about kissing
beautiful cool pink lips.
Insane is my brain telling me how to act
when I see you kissing another man.
Insane is my brain telling me how to feel
I'm choking the life out of you.
Damn you whore, I loved you!
Now I'm just insane.
By: Shawn Gardner 07/07/2005
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