My world is just a fantasy.
I see the beggining of our lives
and then I see our end.
I turn away
Saddened by the thought of you gone
Never to be seen again.
I then turn back toward my window
Afraid of what I might see next
But the temptation of seeing
Is too overpowering
And I must look
The sight is faded and unreal
I can't seem to focus
Recurring events of our past
Over and over again
Until one day our dreams will end
And we are forgotten
As ashes on the ground
No more saddness
No more pain
No more fantasy
