Scream

You make me want to scream. You are clouding my brain. Your hair is thin. Your back cannot be seen. Beautiful... loving you is my sin-- Five hours that have been-- So slow, so painful, desert ridden. You are a permanent stain. It's not your fault-- That you won't go away It's not your fault-- That you are clouding my brain. I still love you. Every minute without you is pain. It's only been three days. I can't stop thinking of you. You make me want to scream, Because you are clouding my brain. Stop playing me like a game-- Before I go insane. These antagonistic games remain the same.