Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-27024716-20150521172053/@comment-27024716-20150521181440

"Was I born to be in love with you?

Through this wall, I mumble to myself, alone, 'Love me.'

I keep hunting out your personal love information, in the closed door of myself.

I wish I could touch your face, stroke your face, my love.

Oh my, oh my, you have a guest?

What a pretty girl she is! Tell me how much you love her, I'll kill her and pack her up.

Burning photos of that girl, I wonder if she ever existed at all (LOL)

You can do anything you want to me, because I love you this much, see?

I want to keep you,

Completely riveted,

And I want to have a collection of you.

Why are you crying?

What's wrong? Oh, this one?

I'll lovingly hold a cardboard box you'll be put into when you're dead.

I'll put a present behind the door,

A kitten head, every single day for you,

My little cat lover.

Burning photos of that girl,

I wonder if she ever existed at all (LOL)

'I love you,' such a cliche doesn't satisfy me,

But makes me want to puke,

I,

will,

always,

love you.

I'll make you see,

force you to be,

in love with me, eternally." Cammy sings. (Jesus Christ that took be forever to type!)