He is heaven . .
. . . I've already sold my soul
he doesn't have a clue
and I'll never tell him

what we share
is a like a fight and a fairytale
juxtaposed into this reality

he's the man for me
. . . he don't even know
and I'll be dammed if I tell him

I love him
plain and simple

I feel him
clawing through my flesh
like a lion on fresh ****

he completes me
. . . no other man can or ever, will

saying i love you
is like echos
reverberating trough barriers of sound
quietly fading into the distance