i think i’m watching the world through a looking glass,
watching the earth turn and opportunities walk past.
i know being in love is supposed to be a peaceful dream,
finding home in a heartbeat, but something’s wrong here,
we must be drifting in a universe parallel to the real earth,
nothing’s as it seems, love doesn’t have any worth.
because when i’m with you, falling feels like flying,
in this world, the people who love me are always lying,
i’m left behind you, smiling to mask the crying,
and oh, loving you feels just a little bit like dying.