Why were you sure it was real
When you let all your friends
Tell you how to feel?
Habits tend to crystallise
Lines of sight way beyond your eyes
Did you waste it in the dark?
Camera lights set to amplify
Oscillating your vital signs
As you ask under the sky
Why were you sure it was real
When you let all your friends
Tell you how to feel?
The archetypes; the ideal
Will soon embrace you
When you let yourself heal
Who were we to cauterise?
Bleeding hearts that synchronise
Did he waste you in the dark?
Choose your friends just to canonise
You, as you let them fantasise
You're not fated to blue eyes
Why were you sure it was real
When you let all your friends
Tell you how to feel?
The archetypes; the ideal
Will soon embrace you
When you let yourself heal
Why were you sure it was real
The archetypes; the ideals
All your friends?