I guess it didn’t matter;
The things I wrote at night.
The songs which I cried to,
Or the poems I held tight.
The fantasies I fed myself
Fueled my naive dreams.
But I couldn’t see the reality,
Or I just didn’t want to believe.
But somehow, through my delusions,
You broke through my shell.
You made me see reason,
and from the clouds I fell.
So, don’t tell me beautiful lies,
Don’t feed the things I thought.
Because you’re the girl he fell in love with.
I’m the one he forgot.