The spiral begins as eyes lock tightly...
My legs are numb, my hands are sweaty...
I'm nervous, I'm shy, I'm shaking...
Like Easter, Like Christmas, My Birthday and New Years all on the same day...
What could be better? , Nothing could be better...
The spiral to decent; Euphoric and Psychotic...
She's my drug, And I'm Tripping.
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