There's nothing else to think about when I think about you
I feel bad because she doesn't know how I think about her
I wonder if she ever thinks of me too
It's eerie to think we'll never be together
In these long hallways full of monsters and goblins
Walking past them makes me unstable
I finally find her when I realize I have some problems
I was never taught how to speak to angels
In my head there are riots and wars and confusion
why didn't I try to tell her she looked nice?
I started to belive "us" was only an allusion
though I'd like our lips to meet more than twice
I realized I was too late when I saw a monster kiss her
It hurt and time stopped as I watched how imperfect they were.