It's a dream so real that everything looks the same when I wake up
But my is mind still clouded and
His image is still covered by the delicate velour of sleep.
He holds me and we smile—
Isn't it nice?
But I can't look in his eyes.
The camera cuts to the two of us in a romantic vignette and we kiss behind the sunset again.
I pull away.
I ask, "Again?"
It's cold.
The sun begins to dim, the sparkles will disintegrate, and the world becomes dull and bleak as it once was.
"I love you," he says,
But I know I can't say it back.
I want burn this rose-colored world
Because saturated chrome filters hide my tears
And everything else.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
Why should I wake up
If I am only destined to let you down
And fall again?
