The Reality

I don't want this to end, if it does I don't know the next I'll speak to you; the next time I'll handle you.
I don't know when I'll be strong enough to hold on to reality.
Is it really you, or just my mind pretending for you?
What am I to do when all I think about is you?
The memories we made, the feelings we made, the touches we trade, the glances we exchange.
All the little things we made, yeah those are the things I crave.
Yet I know I can't give in because reality is slim, but I know it's not you; it's the one I hate.
I will never crave the you that you create.
The one that yelled and hit, the one that cursed and spit.
Now I know I must defeat the demons you leave for only me.
Most won't believe that you were the cheat but at least I know I'm the one to believe.
If sleep would come that'd be it to sleep so deep I won't even think.
No worries, no cries, just so deep nobody can think.
I'm not sane but maybe some sleep will hold me over for just a week.
Make it through one and maybe the next, just some sleep to keep me nice and neat. Yeah, I think that's all I need nice and neat, clean and sweet.
Can't stand to be seen in any other act.
Maybe I should make a pact to never let you back in my mind but these days past slow and the nights the same.
Yeah, same as always counting the sheep trying to fall asleep but that gets old.
So you know I rewind the memories in my mind and press play just to see you one last time.