You don't exist, you're in my mind! Don't know how I have been that blind. Don't know how I could dream so long About a story never told. The lies I told and belived were true Were the only thing that made me like you. And how I pictured in my head, The perfect guy while I lay in bed. The guy was you - but just the face. He spoke and joked with much more grace. He made me laugh without being rude In just a second, changed my mood. He had kind eyes and wore dark blue, The perfect prince who found my shoe. A boy too perfect to be real, His smile - a secret I could steal. A man who reads, a man who's smart, A boy for me - a work of art. He was my best friend and my home, The reason I wasn't alone. But, all I saw was in my head. You don't wear blue, 'cause you like red. You don't hang out, don't like to touch. You're into books, but not that much. You never hug me, 'cause you're cold, Don't like The Beatles - they're too "old". You don't like me and that is fine, I'm not acting like I'm nine. I understand and now I'm sure, You're just a child - so immature.