I've been sitting on my bed for hours

just looking at the white wallpaper,

Trying to get some inspiration.

And I know I should be in the shower,

inhaling the warm vapors,

not thinking about your body, 

just washing away my frustration,

But I've got a fixation on you.

I'm obsessed, but what can I do?

I don't know how to deal with flirtation;

I'm at loss, and without a clue

as to how I'm supposed to get through

This path of infatuation. 

They say beauty is superficial,

But when you're in my field of vision

Is like everything turns to gold,

And if falling is for fools, 

maybe I'll just take the crown,

of this clownery that's love,

and direct the carnival.