Were you here in person- are you real?
Or just a made-up memory engraved in the pain I feel?
The white paper shows written words unspoken,
Eloquent and daunting; their canvas unbroken.
Can I pretend forever-after?
A song that drifts into my mind.
It's melody a forgotten lullaby.
From a CD that's been and passed.
Why can't that perfection last?
Can I pretend forever-after?
Your reflection haunts their eyes,
Does that mean you're not only in my mind?
Did they see the angel too?
Are they hurting over you?
Can I pretend forever-after?
Did your hair shine bronze or is that just dream?
Were you the one to hold me when I screamed?
Did imperfection meet your gaze?
When you looked upon my face…?
Can I pretend forever-after?
Am I dreaming; is it real?
Are yours the marble arms I feel?
Did you- an angel, find me?
Or is it all inside me?
Can I pretend forever-after?