Ever imagine everything is really fake
Plastic kind of dream we're all lives in
That none of thought can explain
But the only thing makes sense is that
Ever imagine everything is really fake
Plastic kind of dream we're all lives in
That none of thought can explain
But the only thing makes sense is that
We're only just pretending
To be strong and brave
We're only just pretending
To be funny and witty
This is an ode for the restless soul
Writeen by someone who already knows
That we will never be able to be
All we wanted all the time
We never are...
It's been so nice to be just for once
So totally free to be on ourselves
And yet fit into somebody else's desire
