She seems 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,
now i dont know what to do,
dont know what to do...
when she makes me sad...
She is everything to me,
the unrequited dream,
a song that no-one sings,
the unattainable...
Shes a myth that i have to believe in,
all i need to make it real is one more reason,
i dont know what to do,
i dont 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...
I catch in my throat,
choke,
torn into peices,
i wont,
no...
i dont wanna be this...
But i wont let this build up inside of me...
i wont let this build up inside of me...
She isn't real...
i cant make her real...