You've got to know that you're getting to me... well I'm letting you get to me, and honestly I can't help it. I'm not
sure how to make it stop. This obsession is becoming uncontrolled and I'm getting in over my head. It's not good for me, and its definetely not good for my health..... then again, reading these stories brings new thoughts to mind in ways I haven't really given myself the chance to think you yet.... so.... breathless.... you're..... giving.... me.....
NO, STOP IT!!!!
I won't allow it any longer. You have to get this under control and leave me alone!!! So I'm tellling you, David Cook, get out of my house and get out of my head! Stop singing to me in the car, stop entering my mind on david-cook.org and youtube and myspace and everywhere else you decide you want your little head to pop up........ wait.... ok nm that.... mind outta the gutter please....
but here's the deal, we have to come to some sort of agreement here, understand? You can't be on my mind 24/7 anymore. I can't sleep with you............................................................... with u on the brain that is....... i have trouble and its becoming hard to focus on anything else anymore. You're affecting me and I think I'm going to start needing some medication, okay?
Have you thought about trying not to be so sexy? or amazing.... or so goddamed infectious??? Because I swear I have contracted a disease. You may not have heard of it, It's called OCD, and not the kind you may be thinking of... Well you must know of it, because you gave it to me! And I want to be a healthy, normal 24 yr old woman who can work and take care of her child whithout........ without..... without your voice breathing down my neck all day, or staring into my eyes with that smoldering........ gah....... stare of yours..... Thud! So please David, if you truly love me, you'll let me go. That's all I ask.... please.
p.s. I still love you
