This aint healthy, picturing you with a guy.
This fairy tail brag is a figment, a lie.

Could we be any different? Yet what do we need?

These feelings of passion, of delusion, outrage - spawned by chemicals, I know.

My fear for you more than a proud throb in my bone.
I swear.
But let's get out, away from our shame.

This can't be healthy - these feelings, these thoughts.

We're both living a lie, and whta if we're caught? Living a lie, forgetting what we were taught