Psycho Mind
She makes no sense to me, but the way she speaks has me on the edge of my seat.
She hit this heart of mine faster then a heart attack an quicker then a shark attack.
An here I stand, craving her an that sinful love we could create.
Hell is where I'll go if I keep wanting her like this, but I cant help it when she looks so good.
She's a drug that I cant stop taking when wanting her has me in the psycho mind set.
Copyright © Stevie Yost | Year Posted 2014
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