I’ve been imagining for so long
About what I want you to be.
For an endless time I’ve been thought
‘Bout your perfect ideal things.
‘Bout your perfect ideal traits,
‘Bout how magical you will appear
And alter my whole life and fate,
But now all that is left is my fear.
I made you up deep inside in my head
And don’t let everyone else get me close.
You won’t come alive and it isn’t fair,
Because anyone I meet turns to be worse.
Anyone I meet turns to be worst
© Copyright: Марк Волжский, 2025
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