She always cuts me open.
And wraps me up again.
When i madly miss her.
She sees me as a friend.
It's got to end.
When i'm extremely out there.
She's my super girl. it's a fantasy of her hand.
It's the chemistry of her hair.
You could never find her.
It doesn't matter how you try.
You could never recognize her.
In all the faces passing by.
When i close my eyes at night.
She says.
But she's never been in sight.
So say so say.
Is there something i can do.
Since she never seems to look the same.
When i put her in a frame.
So say so say.
Is there someone who would do like you.
It's the fantasy of her hand.
It's the fantasy of her.
I never felt more parted.
From these boring scenes.
That take place before me.
I don't know what it means.
In my dreams.
I'm extremely out there.
With my supergirl