Would you believe
I'm in love with a memory.
An illusion it seems.

You are not who I once saw to be.
Maybe it's me.
Or Maybe it's my stupidity.
Which made me blind
To all these possibilities.

How did I not see
When you stopped believing in me
When you started living in a world without me.

How foolish I can sometimes be
To not see what was there in front of me.

It's not your fault, you see.
You simply grew up to be
What I could never be.

And I stayed exactly like me.
Lived in the same dream.
Unable to differ between love and reality.

Yet I am happy in my little world of make-believe
While you struggle with your dreams.
So who is better off?
You or Me?