Just my luck,
Reality picked me up again.
Even the sweetest dreams
Come to know that, deep down,
I never once turned you away.
Bad as I am, I’m also a fool,
Played by the fiction.
I’m going under paper hearts
To get over you,
But I think I’ve stood too long,
And my pride is running laps around me,
Just wanting to be wanted;
Only admitting its problems
To people
Who don’t exist.