I'm called Willow .
Tonight, I'm partying in my limo.
Darkness's invite made me pass through a window.
So, welcome my little fellow.
Sit! while I brief you about my princess in yellow.

As I talk, my mind skips to her direction.
You can even tell by how I speak about her, is full of passion.
Look in my eyes and judge if what I feel for her ain't affection.
There's one word that reminds me of her; that's perfection.

She's a villain I admired being a hero.
End of flashback, pretend you heard zero.
Her name is a bile on my tongue, you can ask my pillow.
The hurt her abscence linger in my chest, weighs a kilo.

Nightmare's alarm wakes me at night, making me mad.
I feel hollow every morning,  making me sad.
Am I too shallow to dump her in a flood?
Am I the only one who's heart spits out blood?
I get it, in public nobody recognizes me as a broken stud.
In hidden, I'm just the only one.
I'm done! I just disclosed to you,
what goes on behind the scene.