Am I living in a fantasy world Maybe this world is not so good to me Maybe it's better if I shut my eyes if I stay inside If I don't see a thing You're coming out of your shell. I got used to shutting out and dream So sick of this in-between The things we say and we don't mean End of a useless conversation Looking at the floor You're coming out of your shell. This is what it is right now Can't change can't make the time go by May June July Nothing makes sense anymore to me As I wait for love to come say Hi, maybe I'm just not good at this thing We call reality Maybe I can't see Imagination goes wild as my mind breaks free Imagination goes wild