Something about you has got my mind in a loop, and my hands in a frenzy.
But there's one thing thing about you that I can't come to, and how is this how friends can be?
You can drag your chains, and I'll chain my drags, and hope that these words come naturally.
I can't even look at you without wishing I was a superhero,
Without feeling that I could be.

I can't look at you without wishing I could be the first person to tell you you're beautiful, you're unique, you're lovely and pristine, without the line of boys behind me, and in front me of, making things hard to see. Making hard to believe that another boy like me could mean what he seems to, believe what he dreams to, and is awestruck in your presence, only for you.
I don't mean the silence, but the words escape me. For the first time in my life.
But all my life I've felt nothing real, so to myself I wrote.  
And now that I feel something, to a girl that won't feel back. How is this friendly? My mind's being hijacked.
I can't tell you what I feel in fear of you feeling the opposite.
I can't hear how you feel, you won't tell me.
I bring up the problem and you'll bring up my problems,
like being dramatic and obsessive.
But this is the realest I've ever felt. This is the realest I'll ever feel.
This is the the truth, honestly and heartfelt:
You make me feel real.
Go with that how you choose.