I don't believe much in people
Don't buy the adverts on TV
I'm staring at the world passing me by
Just praying there's a miracle for me

I don't like the trepidation
The creeping feeling of fear
The gnawing at my insides
Wondering if she would just dissappear

If she's really real, some illusion
Some phantom I conjured in my mind
It's kinda nice looking forward
Starting to forget what I left behind

Yet I feel like a fool
Don't even know what I'm trying to say
Uhm, just don't give up just yet
And just maybe it will be ok