In this world of fake life
There are no broken thoughts
                                           ...Only broken illusions
That once held something dear

And when you think about it
do we all really love anything?
Are we
           tricking
                       ourselves into being
fake?

Believing in something that doesn't exist?
Do you exist?  Do I exist?
Ask yourself

If I were to close my eyes
                                      in a place of silence
                                                                   In a whole of darkness
Would everything and everyone

...Disappear...?