I feel the sharp realities pierce straight through my wanna be day dreams
I look at you with uncertainty and strain to keep the questions from surfacing
If I could only stay in this fanciful game of believing and achieving  
But too soon my scars start seeping the deception and leave you uneasy
I want to be the girl you imagine but I am made up of lesson
I hate to be the one to show you things aren't always as they seem