Did it ever really happen?
Tonight I wonder if all these people were ever real.
Same as they should imagine if I, Michael, ever existed.
Somewhere I imagine some land where all these people exist.
This place hold sanctuary only in my head.
Ma, pa, Grandma, brother.
Do you exist, you are no longer here, It's hard to believe you ever lived.
Those Sunday mornings, did we ever go to church?
Did we ever go to the diner for our Sunday Brunch?
I thought I saw our neighbors do the same, but I never go anymore.
I just woke up from a dream.
From the sanctuary in my head.
And I look around my house.
But it shows no signs that you ever lived.
I clutch at the memories in my head.
And ask myself are these dreams.
Did I fantasized this life of mine.
It's hard to believe that it was a lie all this time.
But when I call out for you.
I only hear the echo of my own.
I'll never known the difference between our tone.
Do I dream.
or have I lived.