She's a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make it real is one more reason
She's a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make it real is one more reason
She seemed dressed in all of me
Stretched across my shame
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me
I'd do anything to have her to myself
Just to have her for myself
Maybe, I should let her go,
But only when she loves me.
(She loves me).
How can I just let her go?
Not until she loves me.
(She loves me).