I feel unusual, to say the least.
I want to talk to him.
I want to talk to pretty boys.
I want pretty boys to think I'm a pretty girl.
You're a picture of the devil's daughter, I'm a picture of holy water.
You are the moon which shines the light, I am the colour of the night.
You are the warmth of summer's rejoice, I am the cold in winter's voice.
You are the wonder of a new love's start, I am the pain of a broken heart.
You are the joy a butterfly brings, I am the poison in a spider's sting.
You are the safety in love's return, I am the the fires of hell that burn.
You are amazing in every sense, I am depression, dark and intense.
You are purity through and through, I am just no good for you.
I am lost in winter's isolation.