The Crush

The object of my affection, The thing constantly on my mind, What I want more than anything; That’s what you are right now, A little obsession of mine, Everything that I want; I think of how you'll be mine, Contemplate ways to do it, Imagine them all in my head; I think of the things I’ll do, And what you'll do to me, Oh how great it will be; I watch you from afar, I know you'll belong to me, It's just a matter of when; Does that scare you a bit? Being someone’s obsession? Being what they want so badly? I may just use you, So I'm secure and somewhat loved, Even if it's only for a little while; But you will be mine, And I’ll continue to obsess, And be completely wanting you; But don’t be afraid of me, You aren’t anything real special, You're just my currant crush.