He tells me I'm beautiful
But he doesn't even know me at all
All he knows are my photos
And the words that I post on my wall
And my brain tells me that I'm in love
But my heart makes me feel so small
I'd spread my arms and fly to him,
but I know I would plummet and fall
If I dropped and broke both of my legs, I'd drag myself there and I'd crawl
I'd go until I'd lost my blood, and my body started to stall
If he could spend one day with me, I would drive him up a wall
But at least then we we'd both know

   if this is even anything at all