I shut my eyes, you're standing too close,
Lingering scents in the air can drive even the most,
Sane person,
Insane.
Your hands are a spiritual reflection,
Of the simplest tool God made in perfection,
To make the sanest person,
Insane.
Sweet kisses from your lips, makes me cry out everytime,
Heating up my heart, sizzling my mind,
Acid to the brain, causing the sanest person to go,
Insane.
You desire what I need,
I desire to be freed,
Of a need so great, sending the sanest person,
Insane.
Effects of two strangers, gone awry,
One will live, the other must die,
When a sweet passion ends in some serious pain,
Cause one is alive and the other went insane.
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