stretched across my shame.
All the torments and the pain,
leak through and covered me.
I'd do anything to have her to myself,
just to have her for myself.
Now I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to do
When she makes me sad.
She is everything to me, the unrequited dream,
the song that no one sings, the unattainable.
She's a myth that I have to believe in,
all I need to make it real is one more reason.
I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to do
When she makes me sad.
But I won't let this build up inside of me,
I won't let this build up inside of me,
A catch in my throat,
Choke,
Torn into pieces,
I won't,
no,
I don't want to be this,
But I won't let this build up inside of me,
I won't let this build up inside of me,
She isn't real,
I can't make her real.
She isn't real,
I can't make her real.


