Oh, cold cruel reality
how dare I live in vain?
why do I insist believing in
what only brings me pain?

If per chance I saw the truth
how quickly would I act?

Or do I know the truth
and have I simply turned my back?

How much longer 
will I put myself
through all these thoughts;
Pushing back
deceptive images
with which I have fought.

But the thoughts last forever
and the images linger on.
And beyond logic and reasoning 
I feel I must hold on.

Through all the pain and suffering
the thoughts always felt true.
I hold on to those thoughts and feelings;
memories of you.