I miss the man he pretends to be,
Before he decided to unveil his glorious self,
Our first year was so true and heavenly
Every night I go to bed looking forward to tomorrow,
You perfected your lies so well that I still believe them
Even when I know the truth,
And I truly miss the man you pretend to be,
if only I could have the fake you for one last moment
Before I wake from the dream you put me.