I no longer remember your scent,
but if it were to pass under my nose,
it would be as familiar as the back of my hand.

I think i'm going to
leave her for a while.
Let her miss me,
you know?

You can tell me all you want
that this is really my life,
that I was blessed with such wonderful people
that I would defend to the death,
you can tell me all you want but I will
still find it hard to believe.

I promise you it has nothing to do with the fame,
nothing to do with the spotlights,
nothing to do with the names.

You can tell me this is my life,
but I will always be in this fog,
because if it were all for the fame would
I care to see their true colors? No matter how
dark they may become? Because I find it beautiful,
raw, and I don't think that would come with a self-centered
fame *****.

Yes, I want to change the world.
No, I don't need any form of fame.

You can tell me the rest of my life
that this is my actual reality,
but I will always say that it is too good to be true.