How will you feel, when I tell you I was never real?
What will you say, when I dissapear one day?
Will you cry out in greif, for a long time or just brief?
You know how Scarry is the mind, that it can make up someone others can't ever find.
But I will still tell you, how my love only grew.
Because even if emotions are to bloom, you are still the only one in this room.