Before you ridicule me for saying I love him, ask me what I think about when he sings to me.
His voice is like this perfect melody.
The way his eyes wander around nervously,
There\'s something in his head that makes him think he\'s fucked up,
When everyone isn\'t normal.
Normal doesn\'t exist, because if it did, I\'d know by now.
Tell me what\'s normal when you haven\'t felt that stabbing pain of your heart being shredded into half.