O.C.D
O.C.D., those evil eyes that stare at me, That bully in my head, Obsession, obsession, obsession, Is all that can be said. I try to block, and I try to fight. All hours I wish me dead. The only peace I find throughout the night Is when I'm in my bed. Asleep, no oppression, But when I wake, all I get is... Obsession, obsession, obsession.
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