When I think of you now
It's like I'm thinking of
The image on a picture.
Not really thinking of a person
Just the idea of one.

You were too good to be true
From the start of it all.

I went along with it.
I thought that we were playing
And I thought it was fun
And then my heart had other ideas.

My mind's been confused
For awhile now.
Ever since
I started feeling this way about you.

But it doesn't really matter
What I think
What my mind thinks
Or anything
Because you're gone.

You were never really here.
You were just an idea.
So I guess when I think of a picture,
Just an image,
It really is you.