Oh how beautiful a view, the gift of sitting next to you

Many dreams manifest in my mind, a ruthless hunt for a kiss to remind
Society saying these feeling are just me wishing to screw.

Having to match an empty mold I'm supposed to fit into, my true self left behind

My feelings called angst or lust, my motives held as untrue

I'm certain of my intent and regret of the decision I made.

I stopped because the reasons society created

An ignorant fool, a loser of the game and a childish wish to get laid

And I regret that my decision and feelings my actions cremated.

I guess mistakenly trying to become the image of what I was told to be

What I'm trying to say is that I wish you were still with me.