She wants something real, a single kiss
would be her un-timely seal.
He gets what he wants, realness never meant much
to him, his mind is constantly consumed by sin.
She secretively likes him, wanting him to like her too
but he only wants one thing, his intentions were
never good, never true.
She prays for the guy with good intentions, for this
would be the anthem of her screaming redemptions.
But that guy doesn't come, he never shows, because
he doesn't exist and this passion, is just too much
to resist, and this fate, is the unbearable twist.
