In Love

Sometimes the pain is too much
The pain of watching you leave.
It kills me, strangles my soul,
and I can't go on like this.

So I'll lock you in a box,
and post you on my vanity.
I'll lock my room doors
and there you can stay with me.

Some may call me crazy,
Some, even obsessive,
But baby, I know I'm neither,
I'm simply in Love.