What I believed to be paradise- was a jungle
What I believed to be serious- was a joke
I was lost and believed your heart had found me, but your heart was a fantasy
The birds in the sky are more real than you
The smell of blood is more real than you
Now reality has become clearer to me- now that I know your heart was a fantasy
When you were close by my side- I thanked your Creator
You have turned your back against me, and so has he
My eyes became my ultimate traitor
Intuition warned me about your intention- you never planned on staying
Your existence was a fantasy
An illusion
A falsehood
A dizzyspell
The result... a head contusion
It was fine to believe that dreams come true
Understand that what makes a dream turn into a fantasy- is you
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