when i look into the mirror
when i see the strange whos there
and its written failure on his forehead
and i just remember some words that you say usually
and i close my eyes and dream with yout kiss

such pretty words such lovely kind
i know shes not from here she cant be a human being
and when she talks to me i feel alive,
shes go to be mine someday
no im walking alone cause its been for long
that im dreaming each night with you

youve got your life and friends just fine
that you say that they fucking complete you
i know im not what you need
but its killing me
to forget your name and face and your lips

and your brown eyes such bright brown eyes
its keeping me awake at night
and your long hair so dark that shine
and your fringe over your eyes

"its pretty?" you asked.
i said "no, its more than pretty, its perfect'

so its better i go home listen to some tragic songs
and remind me of your words
youre doing fine alone
and i feel so stupid know
but perhaps i should start to try
to convince myself that you will never be mine
no. never.