Falling Fast
Falling fast into territories a new,
Thinking of you,
What can I do?
I can’t quite place my finger,
Yet it’s making me clingier,
Something has changed,
It’s making me deranged,
And I’m feeling strange!
I don’t want to be so serious,
But it’s making me delerious,
You are always so mysterious!
I’m treading water,
Quite frankly it’s torture!