She can't keep from hoping,
From wishing that time could go backwards.
She thinks she's coping,
But the reality of it is thats she living in fantasy.
She thinks her dreams are real,
And life is her never ending nightmare.
Inside, she wishes she were someone else,
That then maybe just maybe she wouldn't feel the way she does.
She pretends to be happy but everyone can tell,
They can see the sadness in her eyes,
This sadness goes unnoticed by her.
She thinks everyone believes her mask,
She thinks that everything is just a lure,
To try to see just what she is made of.
If she thinks she's winning,
She is bitterly disillusioned.
