Psicosis

He's mine, all mine.
Doesn't really know it yet,
but he's mine.

Nobody loves him like me,
even though I don't know how to love yet.
When I see his eyes, I'm mostly sure,
it's almost obvious, the world belongs to him.

And the world that belongs to him
is nothing but my world,
but he won't be able to see it...
till it's late.

All my stars will sing to him,
so he can maybe turn madly in love
just like me...
please fall for me...