Does everybody tell the truth?
Am I so stupid
that I can't see
what's going on?
It's just like in a dream...
But when I wake up
everything seems like hell
I'm so alone in this lonely world...
Deserted by them
who I once called friends
Because I live in my own dreamland...
You are too good, too perfect...
But when time wastes
I'm afraid to disappoint you...
What should I do?