If there's one thing I know best It's My obsession Which lay deep down In a room with shackles Waiting for that uncontrollable period To exhibit it shape I know for sure it changes shape To be satisfied with figure For obsession show's With out knowing It stain without showing Just like a phone with password I tell you it always a reminder As date is. It's certained that obsession leads to Desiree's Some can't be spoken of Nor to be believed For to know an individual Know his obsession And to know his desire Hook up to his obsession Like subscribing to YouTube...
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