He 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 him to myself, now I don't know what to do, don't know what to do when he makes me sad. He is everything to me, the unrequited dream, a song that no-one sings, the unattainable. He's a myth that I have to believe in, all I need to make it real is one more reason.. I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when he makes me sad.. But I won't let this build up inside of me, I won't let this build up inside of me. I catch in my throat, choke, torn into peices.. I won't, no, I don't wanna be this.. nut I won't let this build up inside of me, I won't let this build up inside of me. He isn't real, I can't make he real..