You occupy my mind.
You occupy my thoughts.
You occupy my time.
And it doesn't bother me at all.
Friends say, it feels like love.

I can't sleep at night.
Loves speaking to you into the daylight.
Love hearing your voice.
And again, it's never a problem.
Family has said, it feels like love.

The hardest thing is admitting it.
When it comes over you.
It easier denying it.
Whenever you're faced with the truth.

You can run from it.
But it still will follow you.
And finally, it makes you act completely like a fool.

And then you know.
It feels like love.