You're right next to me,
But I'm all alone;
You fill me up,
But you never make me whole.
I lie in bed
With your arms around me,
All the while knowing
You're dreaming of someone else.
I'd pretend to cry
If I wasn't already playing make-believe;
I let myself drift off to sleep,
Imagining that you care
I dream of what I'll never have
And wonder why that is.
I cling to the dream,
Pretending that it's real.
But when I wake
And look at you,
I feel the dream crash
All around me;
And remorse is all I feel.
I turn and face the wall,
Pretending you're not there;
And drift off to sleep again
Nothing was ever real . . .