Being Me

Tomorrow is our concert!

When you have the right aura,
It sends me down in heat,
The way you toss your hair,
the way you sit in your seat,
I crawls into me,
and makes my brain fog,
and my heart dips in poison,
on fire like a chimney log,
I can't take the constant bounceing,
I just need some space,
but then I get lonely,
All because of your face,
I now hate more than love,
I again can't see,
I know what's going on,
I'm just being me...