• They call you a monster,
    and they run from you in fear.

    I don't see why.
    You're the kindest young man I've ever met.

    They call me a damsel in distress,
    they look at me in pity.

    What damsel in what distress?
    How can they pity me?

    You carry a demon within your body,
    and they won't even try to understand.

    I'm the only one that tries to see the real you.
    After all, what are friends for?

    If they were to see what makes me similar to you,
    they would just call me an angel.

    I can see why but still I don't understand.
    How am I an angel if I have just as much destructive power as you?

    When they look at you all they see is the "bad".
    When they look at me all they see is the "good".
    Your power and my appearance.

    I sometimes wish they could really see.
    Not with their eyes but with their hearts.
    Then they might just see the bigger picture...

    We're so much alike...

    and yet, at the same time, so different...

    that's why...

    ...

    I can't live without you...