• All day today I saw your face,
    I closed my eyes and tried to hide.
    There is one fact that i despise.
    The fact that your on my mind
    And the fact your no longer mine
    I still love you


    Love is a sickness
    It grows in your heart
    It's caused by the one
    You've wanted from the start.
    Love is one of the sicknesses that
    Can't truly end
    You can't truly get rid of this sickness
    Not even in the end.
    You never truly forget the one who got you sick
    Not even in the end
    You go on and on hopping one day
    That sickness will end
    It hurts so much you want to give in
    But love is the sickness that will never truly end

    By:Angel Mitchell