Insain, I know (9, August 2012)

When all I can think about is you,
And I want to hear your voice. 
So I call you with a private number,
To hear your voice when you pick up. 
And scared to say anything,
I hang up. 
So I call,
Just to be told,
That you've blocked my number...
Probally from all my harrasment; 
Of sending you messages reading,
"I hate you," 
And "I hope you die."
Because I'm an idiot,
Who you want to part of.
And yet,
All I can think of is you.
But I'm a psyco,
Who gets what she wants,
And calls you from I different phone.
And I can hear you now,
"Hello hello."
I wish I can talk to you...
But I tried for a year,
And you turned me down;
Over and over...
What is it that I want from you?
I don't know...
But all I can think of is you...