The fan of what use to be

The way you mess with me,

Makes me lost at sea.

The way you mess with my head

Fills me with dread.

The way you make me feel

You think it’s no big deal

But you don’t understand

This isn’t how it was planned.

But then again what goes right?

There’s no such thing as a “good night”

When you mess with my head

You can make me feel dead.

But no big deal man.

I’m just an obsessed fan.