Perfect Chemistry?

And I'll be here by the ocean
Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
And every waves drags me to sea
I could stand here for hours
Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"

That's the question, isn't it? Is anyone real anymore?

I wouldn't even know how to answer that question myself. I've always tried being something my parents wanted. One of their children already screwed up, so now I was paying for his misakes.

Life's just great