"I'm sorry to burst your bubble"
Maybe I'm hallucinating,
It's like I can hear the devil's laughter,
And I'm standing in front of him defending myself,
Yet I speak tentatively,
He can see right through my weak knees,
What's a human being without dreams and aspirations?
Or maybe esteem goes with the mind,
Maybe I believe, but I'm faithless,
How ironic really.