What is wrong with me?
There is something inside my chest,
an emotion is about to explode.
There is a painted curve on my lips,
a joy that i cant hide.
There are words inside my head,
so poetic i cant contain.
What is wrong with me to feel this way in every words you sent.
What is wrong with me that made me feel giddy looking in just a photo of you.
Tell me what is wrong with me to stupidly be trapped in the gladness you bring.
Gosh! You made feel so crazy!
What did you do to me!!
I fell on a pit of happiness that you made.
What the heck is wrong with you to make me feel this kind of way,
to have so much affects on me.
You're like... you're like my
Happy Pills.