The fantasy, i built up in my head, was so realistic I always believed i could live happily in my own world, i would never have to leave, but i was wrong life found its way to grab a hold of me PRECHORUS The pressure kept rising to my head there was no escape, no more pretend so i figured we would suffer till the end CHORUS I remember every summer, I remember all its life what was so bad? why are you sad? yesterday was pa**ed last night Today rose this morning, contemplating change its time to write youre next page All the places I search for do not seem real. if indeed they are in fact theyll remain out of my reach the dreams i live in always seem to satisfy, am i mistaken? for living on a different planet? another dimension?