I know it’s better off this way
But I can’t help but paint a little house in my head
In a perfect place where it’s just us
And all was as it was meant to be
At least how I see it to be
In some kind of dream
Don’t wake me
Maybe if I was different
Or maybe if you’d see things the way I do
Then they would be more than thoughts
More than feelings
It would be real
But what is real?
I am living an honest lie in my head
I’m on my own lonely planet
Like seeing someone from the other side of glass
Always observing
Always wanting to see what it’s like
To feel
As if feeling you would make it real
But I know better than to touch
What hurts me the most