Driven by fantasy, how do I get back to it once again?
But the dream is all I have
I try to recreate the image in my head, it's all I see
But the flaws are all that's left
All our lives
We just keep searching for what does not exist
When will I
Be willing to finally admit?
It's not real
It's tempting to predict the future but it's futile all the same
The past is all we have
And every time I try to replicate the signals in my brain
The flaws are all that's left
All our lives
We just keep searching for what does not exist
When will I
Be willing to finally admit?
It's not real
What am I doing?
Why am I trying to forget you? Oh
What am I doing?
Why am I trying to forget you? Oh
All our lives
We just keep searching for what does not exist
When will I
Be willing to finally admit?
It's not real
