Is this what it's like?
A dream lacking serenity.
A wordless conversation.
A "you and I" without me.

I'll try and I won't get far.
I'll die and I won't get far.
I'll try and I know I'll be ok.

So I guess this is where I lie.
Where days are endless, and nights don't belong.

Dreaming a reality.
Where truth and fiction don't seem to exist.
Confusion is home here. Believe in you is what you insist.

Nights don't belong. The nights don't belong.
And the nights, they just don't belong.

I'll never be the same. As long as I'm dreaming my reality.