Something that started over Facebook, now is desired,
i'm tired of all the nights, your thoughts keep me wired,
if i were a sport then you have retired,
if i were an employee than by you i was fired,
Karma has a way of giving me a small amount of hope,
Another girl has me washing my thoughts out with soap,
Take all my problems and helped me cope,
Helped me find a way to turn away from dope,
everything about you attracts me, you must be metal,
damn girl you're too hot, i hear the whistling from the wolf kettle,
I'm a puppet, would you be Gepetto?
without you pulling the strings it's hard to feel settled,
all this feels like a waste, you don't even see,
that i can give you everything that he,
can't possibly attempt to, cause i feel less than three,
so just wake me up and tell me you love me.