Instead of kissing your face, I close my eyes.
It is easier that way because you're not mine.
If you aren't real, then neither are my feelings.
If you aren't real, then my life has less meaning.
I sit and talk to myself; I guess I am insane.
But if I pretend I am talking to you, I guess I'm okay.
But you're so real and so are my feelings.
But you're so real and I am so tired of dreaming.
