Nothing Feels Real

Nothing feels real,

I suppose that it's my fault.

Nothing feels real,

Nothing but my own heart.

The world keeps turnng,

The sun still rises and falls,

But everything feels changed,

Even what hasn't changed at all.

The trees are still wood,

And the rocks are still stone;

My truest friend's heart,

Will always be gold.

I miss her in the morning,

I miss her in the night;

I will miss her till the spans of time,

Bring her back to my side.

Nothing feels real,

I suppose that it's my fault.

Nothing feels real,

Nothing but my own heart.

The whole world feels changed,

Though it hasn't changed at all;

Not much more than Summer,

Changes to the Fall.

Nothing feels real,

Nothing feels real,

Nothing feels real,

But the pain in my heart.