Herefore

I don’t want to be caught in the middle
Taking all that I thought and setting it off
Temporal moving forward, it’s superficial
But always closing doors, but a ripple

I’m just here for that girl, that girl, that girl
Would I kill for? Not her, not her, not her
I’m just here for that girl, that girl, that girl
Would I kill for? Not her, not her

I don’t want to be torn in the middle
It’s deafeningly unsure, unofficial
But silently still we talk, though a little
When timingly is no more, but a ripple

I’m just here for that girl, that girl, that girl
Would I kill for? Not her, not her, not her
I’m just here for that girl, that girl, that girl
Would I kill for? Not her, not her
I’m just here for that girl, that girl, that girl
Would I kill for? Not her, not her, not her