You were 17 and I was 26,
I was real and you didn’t exist.
I could only reach you on my computer screen,
I don’t think that you’d ever want me,
All because I’d be streaming you everyday.
I only see you when the show comes on,
I’m not too sure if you’d ever come back,
A second season is out of the question,
I think it’s best that we leave it like that.
I can’t stand the fact that you’re not real,
The girl I love that you’re modeled after,
Short brunette with delicate white skin,
Stretched across a soul of inner beauty.
Can’t you see that life’s not fair?
All the while she hates my guts,
I pretend that you love mine,
As a means to cope in this life.
Growing up can be such a pain,
Humiliation paired along with condescension.
Societal constructs with expectations,
Looking down, as we defy their norms.
Fighting throughout all of life’s storms.
Baby girl, we shouldn’t have to integrate,
Please come with me and become my special mate.
As the world comes together and shed out hate.
I can see where you’re coming from.
You lost something special that you can’t get back,
You lost your way, lost your mind, lost your way of life.
Baby girl, all you’ve got left are the clothes,
That you wear on your own very back.
I didn’t ask for this life, I didn’t ask to lose it all,
I’m not sure as to where to go or what to do,
What to think, what to feel and what to see is right.
I don’t know what is up or what is down,
I can’t ever come to seem to go and find my path.
Please come to me and please call me back,
Then I’ll know how to get right back on track.
Honey baby, you say that life’s unfair,
It’s only human to live life through give and take.
All these feelings for you are all not fake,
Even though all our words come out from thin air.
Can’t you see why I live in despair?
We’re all connected by these strings of fate,
Maybe soon we will come and help ourselves find our way,
Into our arms calling ourselves our own very special mate.
In the end, we were both always meant to become one someday.