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Love's Changing Me
curse this mind of mine
it's wasting my time
with all these thoughts of you
doesn't it know I have better things to do?
I think I have finally lost it
I must admit
that I don't know whether to laugh or cry
cuz, Ranna, you ain't even my guy!
no I never wanted to fall in love with my best friend
now why oh why won't these feelings end?
again again I'm drawn to you
like a moth to a flame, it is so true
I think I'm crazy
all my logic has gone a bit hazy
I've always been split in two
but there's no other guy but you
lord help me figure this out
before I start to scream and shout
oh I'm seeing green every time I see her name
I want to set her aflame
you're all that I want and that scares me
cuz what if we're not meant to be?
waiting and waiting fighting my feelings that are growing
soon I'll be reaping the seeds I've been sowing
it's ironic that her very name means princess
mine means farmer, how does that not depress???
I wish you were all mine
never have to share any of your time
some say I'm selfish but I already know
didn't anyone get I was trying to get these feelings to go?!
he's my best friend
and in a jealous rage is not how I picture this to end
It's funny in a twisted way
that I just can't seem to turn away
I feel like a wild dog chained to a tree
this boy gives me such happy misery
I shake my head
trying so hard to think of something else instead
my will is all worn out
and I find myself just wanting to pout
I feel like a spoiled child wanting candy
and right now I don't feel so dandy
this isn't me!
I'm not love-freak see?!
it's like he's changing my very molecules
and now I'm acting like all the other lovesick fools
someone help me figure this out
cuz I have never before have wanted to pout!
love songs get it all wrong
nothing can describe really what's going on
my world is turned upside down
and I'm afraid any day now I'm going to hit the ground
love truly is a sickness
and it seems it has made me it's new mistress
it's wasting my time
with all these thoughts of you
doesn't it know I have better things to do?
I think I have finally lost it
I must admit
that I don't know whether to laugh or cry
cuz, Ranna, you ain't even my guy!
no I never wanted to fall in love with my best friend
now why oh why won't these feelings end?
again again I'm drawn to you
like a moth to a flame, it is so true
I think I'm crazy
all my logic has gone a bit hazy
I've always been split in two
but there's no other guy but you
lord help me figure this out
before I start to scream and shout
oh I'm seeing green every time I see her name
I want to set her aflame
you're all that I want and that scares me
cuz what if we're not meant to be?
waiting and waiting fighting my feelings that are growing
soon I'll be reaping the seeds I've been sowing
it's ironic that her very name means princess
mine means farmer, how does that not depress???
I wish you were all mine
never have to share any of your time
some say I'm selfish but I already know
didn't anyone get I was trying to get these feelings to go?!
he's my best friend
and in a jealous rage is not how I picture this to end
It's funny in a twisted way
that I just can't seem to turn away
I feel like a wild dog chained to a tree
this boy gives me such happy misery
I shake my head
trying so hard to think of something else instead
my will is all worn out
and I find myself just wanting to pout
I feel like a spoiled child wanting candy
and right now I don't feel so dandy
this isn't me!
I'm not love-freak see?!
it's like he's changing my very molecules
and now I'm acting like all the other lovesick fools
someone help me figure this out
cuz I have never before have wanted to pout!
love songs get it all wrong
nothing can describe really what's going on
my world is turned upside down
and I'm afraid any day now I'm going to hit the ground
love truly is a sickness
and it seems it has made me it's new mistress
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