How to Convey My Obsession With Her

She was like Christmas without the gifts, only unforeseen And she is the manifesto of my type, so light and lean I'm closer to thirty, my mindset shifts to what I haven't done But she's a concern that I want to get right, before I'm gone I wrote a sonnet, sweet and brave, meant to ask her out 'Cause she is the company that I crave, what I'm all about But how do I get my confession to her? In this unfazed and dissociated world? How to convey my obsession with her? How do I get her to be my girl? She of all ladies did upgrade my night Yet I was relieved she was gone, my obsession She made me foolish but feel so right Yet why does she seek to become my depression? Sad is the language that I speak to explain myself So I wrote a song, obscure and bleak, all without your help But how do I get my confession to you? Make you believe what I think is the truth? How to convey my obsession with you? How do I get you to cherish me, too? You of all ladies could upgrade my life Yet I realize you are gone, my obsession You make me foolish and feel so uptight So why do you strive to become my depression? You of all ladies could upgrade my life Yet I realize you are gone, my obsession You make me foolish and feel so uptight So why do you strive to become my depression?