How could I
Make myself believe things
That were never true?
Make myself feel emotions
That were never shared?
Force myself to see
The smile never shown?
Experience the touch
That was never made?
How could I
Possibly have made up
All those times at your place;
All the movies we watched;
All the kisses that we shared;
All those moments in your arms;
All the love we experienced;
All the moments lost in your eyes;
All the passion we felt?
Have I been disillusioned
This entire time?
Have I been caught
In this web of my own deceit?
Have I been lost
In my own little world?
Have I been faking
Everything that I thought was true?
Delusional.
That's what I've been.
Delusional
All this time.
Delusional
About what I believed to be true
Delusional
About you ever wanting me.
