What you doing whit me

You make me scream,
you make me shout,
you let me think what's live about.
you make me feel that i'm somebody,
you let me think that i'm real.

what you do whit me is crazy,
evrey time i see you on a pictoure i forget to breath.

but a voice in my head let me think,
that i'm crazy,
that i'm a fool.

and when i look to your pictoure again,
i've got a smile on my face,
i feel happy,
and whispering:
what you do whit me is crazy,
but it feel so f*cking good,
is this the feeling of love where everey one is talking about?

i know you can't hear the things that i whisper,
but something inside of me is telling me that you know it.
and the same thing inside of me is telling me,
that one day we see each other,
than i fineley can tell you what i have written here.

(sorry van mijn belabberde engels )

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