Excuse me?

Could you help me pick up the pieces of my broken heart?

or maybe the dream that was shattered,

because he said none of it was real?

And ironically now thinking about it

I don't think I ever cared

if it was real or

imaginary,

as long as I believed it.

And actually I think I'll just

keep living this way

and pretend its all okay.

Yeah, its all okay...

because none of this is real.

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Excuse me...

but your tainting my dream.