It's like the crowd in a concert,
These feelings that I have for you,
They're tough to control and rackety,
They're wild and can't be underestimated,
It's simply obstreperous.
4:56am and you're breaking my reverie.
But this seems good, continue it anyway.
I want this solitary time with you.
Whilst you're annihilating my mind,
I wish to confess something,
But with denegation, I'm frightened.