Fools Gold

Seeing is believing 
Or so they say 
But who's to judge 
What's real anyway? 

I know it's fake 
So get off your high horse 
You'd rather have this dream 
Than your tears and heartaches 

I'm sorry 
But I can't help you 
I'm really sorry 
But I'm busy chasing fools gold 

It's always been this way 
I gotta ride my own wave 
Can't intellectualise 
There's no compromise 

I'm not like you 
I can only be me 
And that's something 
You never quite figured out