She seems trusting of me,

has trusted across my shapeÂ…

All the torment and the pain

they threw to cover meÂ…

IÂ’d do anything ever to myself

just to have her for myself,

now I donÂ’t know what to do,

I donÂ’t know what to doÂ…

And she makes me sadÂ…



She is everything to me,

the unacquainted dreamÂ…

The song that no one sings,

the unattainableÂ…

SheÂ’s a myth that IÂ’ve to believe in,

all I need to make it real

is one more reasonÂ…

I donÂ’t know what to do,

I donÂ’t know what to doÂ…

And she makes me sadÂ…



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

I wonÂ’t let this build up inside me,

I wonÂ’t let this build up inside me,

I wonÂ’t let this build up inside meÂ…



IÂ’m catching my throat, choke,

toning the pieces I want, no,

I donÂ’t want to be this,

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

I wonÂ’t let this build up inside me,

I wonÂ’t let this build up inside me,

I wonÂ’t let this build up inside meÂ…

(I wonÂ’t let this build up inside meÂ…)

(I wonÂ’t let this build up inside meÂ…)



She isnÂ’t real (I wonÂ’t let this build up inside meÂ…)

I can make her real (I wonÂ’t let this build up inside meÂ…)

She isnÂ’t real (I wonÂ’t let this build up inside meÂ…)

I can make her real (I wonÂ’t let this build up inside meÂ…)