Special is special when you realize that you have a second dream about your crush that you never got to actually crush like a tin can of love floating out of a different realm and comes from a different
Background in my mind where I find you
And your short skirts, the feelings they exert from my brain and it **** hurts
like a cactus,
Your smile spins on the axis just right,
I'm probably not your type in real life,
But in reality there ain't really types but
humans in real-life,
I wanna show you that and i know you
Don't like the lame boys,
No concerns for *** toys,
You want you a real man to be his
Little pride and joy,
The feelings I made for you is something
I can't avoid,
Wish we could get lost carry all of this

Without void.