Thinking of you sometimes it makes me blue, its makes me so stick to my stomach that i feel like i got the flu. Sometimes it is anger sometimes it is much stranger. I feel love, lust, hate, desire i feel like a car running with a flat tire. Sometimes i dream of you and your smile in which i staydreaming for a while. Sometimes i wish you would turn into a pile, a pile of ash because i want you so bad where sometimes i wanna go mad. i wanna run up to you and kiss you other times i just wanna diss you. Evertime i feel like i egnite the fire i feel like such a ******* liar. I lie to myself because you are my one desire, thinking about you gets me higher and higher.