A monster, a beast, that's what he calls himself,

Then why does she go to him for help?

He is her angel, her protector, her savior,

Why does he think he's not worthy to see her?

She is his adorable, his beauty, his clumsy,

Why does she think he's playing a joke that's not funny?

Messed up apart, perfect together,

The beauty and the beast,

The handsome and the clumsy,

Leaving for a day, to both of them is torture.