When I see him
I feel nothing but fear.
Fear of losing who I am,
Fear of losing what we are.
It's been three years and we're at
All due to this stupid trio.
There's you, me and her,
I wish it was all a big blurr.
To escape from reality and transform
I'm strong and warm-hearted,
She's cold and d-clothed.
When I see her
I feel nothing but the question why?
And to who I ask this question?
I ask it to you, Mr. One in a Million.