I thought to write a fantasy
But I prefer reality
If you need a dream from me
Then I wonder why
We can play pretend
But what is left
Except the truth of a memory
The one that made you look to me
Hoping I knew something new to be
And if you cry
So do I my friend
But fantasy is only theft
We can never love reality
Until faith in what we cannot see
Remind us that even love becomes angry