I am always daydreaming,
lost in a perfect dream,
a reality just made for me,
mixed with joy and Melachoni.
I have everything there.
Oh, it's not that I just don't care,
that I don't value the things that I have,
it's just that I don't know what to do when I wake up.
I am lost in a thousand thoughts,
mixing what's real and what's not.
Sometimes I remember wrongly,
and sometimes I forget.
Forget the people around me,
forget what's important,
forget who I am.
Oh, I just don't know what's real and what's not—
not even if my emotions are,
not if my feelings for her are,
not even if I am real
or my dreams.
