He was never real
For whatever reason I always acknowledge his existence
For me, playing this scenario alone isn't too difficult
My thoughts about you are even more tempting than you
Is this called expectation?
Struggling with my mind
Making sure that I really want you
The fact that I hurt you
Though through my mind
This selfish sense of wanting to take you away from you
Snatching sane from the mind
Me and my mind
you and my fantasy
In fact I had locked myself up
Enjoying mortal worship
Dark alley that trapped me in staring at you
Running around in this maze for years
Makes me run out of breath
In fact, the day has just begun

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