She seems trusting of me,

has trusted across my shape…

All the torment and the pain

they threw to cover me…

I’d do anything ever to myself

just to have her for myself,

now I don’t know what to do,

I don’t know what to do…

And she makes me sad…



She is everything to me,

the unacquainted dream…

The song that no one sings,

the unattainable…

She’s a myth that I’ve 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…

And she makes me sad…



But I won’t let this build up inside me,

I won’t let this build up inside me,

I won’t let this build up inside me,

I won’t let this build up inside me…



I’m catching my throat, choke,

toning the pieces I want, no,

I don’t want to be this,

but I won’t let this build up inside me,

I won’t let this build up inside me,

I won’t let this build up inside me,

I won’t let this build up inside me…

(I won’t let this build up inside me…)

(I won’t let this build up inside me…)



She isn’t real (I won’t let this build up inside me…)

I can make her real (I won’t let this build up inside me…)

She isn’t real (I won’t let this build up inside me…)

I can make her real (I won’t let this build up inside me…)