Daydreamer, daydreamer,
Stop pretending all is okay,
Stop pretending you are fine.

What's the point in dreaming up new endings,
When none may come to life?

Will you ever face reality?
Or will you always turn your back?

There's a time you'll have to face,
All the nightmares your stories lack.

If you keep pushing things aside,
If you refuse to abandon all these silly dreams,

The nightmare of reality will simply grow, and grow, and grow,
Until you finally halt your fantasies, and see,

The truth reality holds,
Though this truth will not set you free.  

A bit of a sad poem.. Dunno, the idea just came to me and it's.. Really not that good m, but it's kind of just letting out my feelings right now so

Sorry.