Madness, becomes you,
she said to me.
I write these words,
thinking only of thee.
My mind in a twirl,
longing to be,
with you again,
though you don't like me.
Madness, becomes you,
she said to me.
I write these words,
thinking only of thee.
My mind in a twirl,
longing to be,
with you again,
though you don't like me.