of rockstars and stereo girls

i play your songs over and over on my radio.
sometimes, i sing along with you.
sometimes, i just close my eyes and listen to the sound of your voice.
sometimes, i pretend that you're standing right in front of me singing your love songs to me.
and sometimes, i smile but most of the time i cry.

i play your songs over and over on my radio.
and sometimes, everything fades into reality and i realize that you’re not really there –
just a figment of my imagination.
you’re not real.

and sometimes, having your heart broken by some random rockstar god hurts more than the truth.