I'm sitting right next you,
we're holding hands,
in unison, we perfectly mesh,
an illusion similar to an illustration,
all that madness, the crooked lies mingled within your own lies,
too scared to admit but don't even know what's stopping you,
I'm right here, within reach, perceptible,
this isn't a dream yet you seem to treat it as such,
I understand that much,
I know you think can break me,
my smile you're trying so hard to wipe away, trying so hard to take,
I wouldn't even call it 'love' anymore, it's something...