She seems dressed in all of me,
stretch across my shame,
all the torment and the pain,
leaked through and covered me,
I'll 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 I have to believe in,
all I need to make her real is one more reason,
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...
She isn't real, I can't make her real,
she isn't real, I can't make her real...
