Driven by fantasy

How do I get back to it once again

But the dream is all I have

I try to recreate the image in my head

It's all I see

But the flaws are all that's left

All our lives

We just keep searching for what does not exist

When will I

Be willing to finally admit

It's not real

It's tempting to predict the future

But it's futile all the same

The past is all we have

And every time I try to replicate the signals in my brain

The flaws are all that's left

All our lives

We just keep searching for what does not exist

When will I

Be willing to finally admit

It's not real

What am I doing

Why am I trying to forget you, oh

What am I doing

Why am I trying to forget you, oh

All our lives

We just keep searching for what does not exist

When will I

Be willing to finally admit

It's not real