Everything's just an illusion No amount of friends, No girl, No amount of money, Will hide the fact that everything just like this poem, Will come to an end.
She dreams of faraway places, Places where that take your breath away, Just like what she has done to me. She's here but mentally she's erased that reality is near, Erased that I'm here.
I can wait But not for replies hours later, Not for you to wake up and smell the roses, Not for this false hope for that one day, I can wait, But not for you