I won't let this build up inside of me She isn't real I can't make her real She seems dressed in all the rings Of past fatalaties So fragile yet so devious She continues to see it Climatic hands that press

I won't let this build up inside of me She isn't real I can't make her real She seems dressed in all the rings Of past fatalaties So fragile yet so devious She continues to see it Climatic hands that press