You're beauty is unpleasant to me,
It makes me feel giddy.
The way you talk and express,
I smile and I feel guilty.
My days turn pale in no time,
Without talking to the pretty.
But to imagine and live it,
Is a suicide mission, I'm not ready.
Knowing you love me, is the best reason for living.
Knowing you, is the best thing that happened to me,
And I love and hate it.