Dirty clothes and pizza cardboards scattered round my room.
Microchips of ones and zeros are all that's left of you.
Feelings burning towards my keyboard
Fingers can't express.
What's real?
What's real?
The door is locked, the window's shut from any sunlight spot.
The sunny garden where we kissed was made of tiny dots.
My memory is somehow written
Not inside my head.
What's real?
What's real?
You must exist, I order you to! Can't accept you're fake
Your smiling image on my screen is more than I can take
'Delete' button's ready
Any last words you might speak?
What's real?
What's real?
What's real?
What's real?
Don't log off
Don't leave me to die
Dear, I love you,
Some day, we'll be real. |
