She, she embodies my unknown. Disguised and dip-dyed in chequered shirts. That vulnerable, threatening beauty leaves me so alone. She, she emanates rare charisma. Piercing eyes and suspender tights; Her glaring, childish façade will make me fall. But the more I feel her with him and agony numbs my mind, Then I know he’s not what I craved for, Because her picture makes me feel. And the more he talks about her and the jealousy subsides, Then I know it’s not him I wanted, I’ve never met her, but it’s real. I’ve never met her, but I feel. She, she calls him while I’m sleeping, Those pleading whispers scream, scream in my head. That delicate, sweet baby will make me weep. She, she leaves her fingerprints, Scars are bleeding, bleeding in his heart. That unbearable sound of beating makes me cold. And then he’ll slide beside me, but she’ll stay in my head, Then I know he’s not what I craved for, Because her whispers make me feel. And the more he talks about her, and the jealousy subsides, Then I know it’s not him I wanted, I’ve never met her, but it’s real. I’ve never met her, but I feel. And the more I see her picture, and that heartbeat makes me weak, Then I know he’s not what I crave for, I’ve never met her, but it’s real. I know I love her, I can feel.
