The first time you took my hand,
as your fingers slipped in the gaps of mine...

She sits and waits, with ivory skin, jet black...
She likes to be invisible, the room corners are...

I don't know which way to look, to turn,
I feel my insides knot and my heart begin to burn...

My heart begins to skip a beat,
My face begins to glow...

Would you miss me? Would you notice? Would you...
Would you care? Would you mind? Would you even...

She might be screaming, cursing and shrieking.
But all for attention...

The Moon, cascading over her face,
She bows her head, her heart begins to race...