I made up this world in my head.
At night it’s day and during the day its night again
I drift from day to day between each world
Sometimes I get jealous of the night and other times the day is my friend
I sometimes can’t tell where I am so if I make you uncomfortable during the day, I am sorry
I don’t mean to confuse the worlds but my dear it is so easy
I talk, think, and move as if it were real so why shouldn’t it be?
I’m not crazy
Just caught between the lines that separate you and I
That fine line between my dreams of reality and your nightmares of me