My mother said she wishes,
That it would bother me,
She wishes I wasn't so unfeeling,
'Bout the pictures on the screen,
Yet how can I be when I do not believe?
How can I shed tears for what I only see?
The words sound in my ears, pictures flashing before my eyes,
Yet I am unmoved when a fake charecter dies.
At times a book charecter can make me feel,
Something that I consider to be real,
Yet even then it's only pretend,
Just another story,
With just another end.
It's the true stories that finally bring me to tears,
Because I know it could happen,
All my greatest fears,
It shows I could die,
And leave nothing behind,
And that is what scares me the most.
