The way you stare at me is magic
And I can’t help but look at you over and over to check if you still looking
When you say you magic me, I felt good,
I felt bad, I felt nothing and everything, but not really sure what I was supposed to feel
So I felt nervous to say magic, because what if magic is not real,
I will be standing on the newly cut green grass wishing I was it.
When magic becomes your worst enemy, turn a magician,
Be close friends with your worst enemy,
So that you will not again feel hurt from magic,
Because magic is simply not real,
What is real is something else,
They just gave it the name magic.