If you are unreal
Then so am I
I never feel as if I waste a single day though
For when I am here, writing this
I am talking to people who I cannot see otherwise
I talk to people from Oregon,
Kansas, hours and hours away
We talk just like friends and love eachother the same way
If my life is being wasted talking to friends
Then I do not know anymore where to meet the ends
Between reality and fake
My dreams are no mistake
I meet people every day
I see no unreal about my life now,
There is nothing I can do for you to see it like I do
You are not me, and I am not you
The one thing we cannot be totally alike on.
My father thinks i waste my life away in front of this computer, and he has no problem reminding me of that. But i agree with you... if my life's being wasted by talking with people like you, then i guess i'm guilty. but not at all ashamed.