Sometimes, fantasies do end,
but I'd rather pretend,
and not tend to the mend
of a world I don't wanna defend.

All our lives a dream we chase,
not realizing it's right in front of our face.
We try to find the right pace
while being misplaced
- forgotten, without a trace.

Well, if I am to remain
only in the comforting thoughts of the insane,
I might as well be a pleasant mark
that lingers on throughout the dark.