Obsessive

Composed by Shaire Blythe

Redone: Friday, August 20, 2010

Obsessive

Stupid boy, tryna get into my head.

Making threats, saying you wish you were dead.

 

My emotions being toyed with.
I don't like this, but you see pleasure in making me feel guilty.
Isn't this a trip.
I have no time for foolishness.
Your immaturity, and all your stupidity.
Don't bring it over here
I'm not about to do this, too much for me.

You said that you would never ever want me to leave.
Obsessive type story.
I feel that I should run, cause feelings are too strong.
It's like you're holding a gun, forcing me to do something that's wrong.
I am not your one.
Get it through your head, obsessive.