She Walks Past Me Everyday,
The Smell Of Her Perfume Never seems to go,
Some day i hope to be the bottle she uses,
the bottle of her dreams, She'll use whats inside me all the time,
I'll Sing High And Saor Low,
In Class' My eyes dragg across to her,
Im a coward, of some sort,
Who Is She,
She's the goddess of them all,
Everyone seems to know her name,
But where from different worlds,
Im into books,
And she's into blades,
But she is the same sort of me,
Where the same kind On different worlds,
Our souls cannot be,
Why does my world Huant be me,
Why can't it let me go,
I try escape to see her,
But she doesn't want to see me,
Cold as can be, i feel her blade touch my throat,
So I i crush her blade, as my strength is stronger,
But i Hurt the one i care for,
So Know i abandoned my loved one,
Leave Her to Be.
