'The pure love song sung in the month of April,
smelling sweetly of the Spring breeze...'
introverted, I'm a shut-in, my reserve is my only redeeming quality.
but I'm not lonely, not at all, so don't concern yourself.
my poor tatse in peeping at the opposite sex, so much fun,
I can hardly contain myself.
incomprehensible strange abusive voices,
I'm living life to the fullest everyday!
I tire of infantilism, farewell my artificial child bride
I mean, if you're real after all, what's the point?
looking through the scope by the window,
how many hours has it been?
you're everything I could want.
but I was too late in realizing you were the one...
Why? I don't even know you, but it pains me so.
I don't understand but I love you,
it hurts, 'the brain' I look at you with.
I don't even know you're name,
my girl through the lens,
you don't hear me, and I'll never touch you
because if you look this way, I'll take cover
it's such a pity, you're right there...
if you day you notice me, I'm sure you'll get scared
probably run away, and go mad worrying.
my feelings getting out of hand, never known
I understand, but I can't stop this love.
the day you notice me never comes.
I understand, I give up.
that clear early morning, as always looking at you through my lens
I can't speak to you, I can't touch you. Isn't that right?
'Cause it's all in my mind... '