this ain't me anymore,
this shouldn't be me.
it wasn't supposed to be this way.
these thoughts can't stop but to keep running.

trust me baby,
trust me hard,
trust me deep,
trust me up up in the sky.

everything starts to be this way
when your existence becomes reality.

and baby,
i'm scared to wake myself from this dream,
this perfect fantasy,
or just a mere faded-blew away reality.