I see so many girls. br I fantasize about them. br br Only the beautiful ones, of course. br I want to talk to them and maybe more. br br I wish I had the key to their hearts, so I could unlock br the chains that seperate them from me. br br Dreams of passion are like purple knives digging into me. br I just want to explode. br br These temptations hurt me br If only I could, I wouldn't need to write this right here.