She seemed dressed in all of me,
stretched across my shame.
All the torment and the pain
Leaked 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 when she makes me sad.
She is everything to me
The unrequieted dream
the song that no one sings
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 when she makes me sad.
But I wont let this build up inside of me
I wont 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
She isn't real
I can't make her real