If this ain’t real, don’t wake me up.
I’ll live amongst my roaming thoughts.
It all makes sense here in my head.
within a web of ideal dreams.
Whilst some I live, the others die.
But all the same, don’t wake me up
to shake me from unconsciousness.
If this ain’t real, I choose to sleep
and find that dreamy peace of mind
It’s not that I think love a lie,
more so that I wish not to know,
for I’m within and I just can’t