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 . . .