I will die on this hill
Of never letting you know how I feel
Because that’s just too silly
I don’t know you really

You’re a figment of my imagination
A man of my own creation
A newly made hyper fixation
Maybe a fleeting fascination

Yet I think of you in the quietest nights
Building stories, chasing distant lights
But it’s safer to keep this all concealed,
Because how can you hurt, what’s never revealed?