Eyes stuck on the ceiling, clock ticking on the bedside table, A question rings inside my head, a whisper coming from the depths of hell, making my will unstable.
Am I in love with you or am I in love with the idea I have of you? I created a facade, a mask that I plastered over your face, a perfect image etched over my heart like the ink of a tattoo.
But reality is always disappointing compared to a dream And waking up from you hurt me more than it seems
Used to be lulled inside of this fantasy, anxiously walking my path through a reality that without your glimmering eyes feels like an agony.