I like to dream,
And believe that it isn't true.
It isn't true that you made me fall for you.
It isn't true that you cheated.
It isn't true that you lied.
It isn't true that you chose her over me.
It isn't true that from me you wanted to fly.
It isn't true that you never liked me.
Yeah, I like to live,
In my play-pretend,
Where the fun has got no end.
But then I wake up,
And I know that this is all reality,
And it's all true.