In depth of our despair We indulge in silly affairs Very few things are certain Revealed behind the curtains Myself and I What a terrible lie To keep it alive I must drown in denial Not so hard to do It's much different, when it comes to You Temporary bliss, caused by a kiss After all, it's the only thing I will miss Why do we choose To be forever bruised? If your heart I could keep Truth - I would no longer seek Who's to decide what's more real? Mirror gaze or smile on your face? Your gentle touch or contemplation of change? Hopeless lover or foolish sage?