In the mirror's silvered light, I see
A love that's not there, a fantasy
A reflection of what I want to be
A dream that's born of longing, not reality

Your eyes, a canvas of deceit
A masterpiece of manipulation, so sweet
Your words, a gentle breeze that soothes my soul
But behind the façade, a heart that's cold

I'm lost in the labyrinth of my mind
A maze of make-believe, where love's left behind
I'm chasing the shadows, the ghosts of our past
A love that never was, a love that won't last

Yet still I hold on, to the hope in my heart
A delusional love, that refuses to depart
A love that's born of dreams, of fantasies and fears
A love that's not real, but one that brings me tears.