Title of my life

Title

suicidal, a victim of your love
you make me think that everything is going great
i love your thoughts everything you tell me
i love the fact you'll always be here, near

Title of my life is stuck to an extant
a piece of paper folded up and stuck in side
a book that never lies
tell me now is this real or is a type of fear

what are you telling me
are the tables turning, away from me
is this real, are you real
or is this fake, are you fake

My creator, my lover, and my killer
Your arms wrapped around me
tells me that I'm safe
you are real, in my dreams