I thought that what we had was love. Now I see I was guilty of Forcing something that wasn't there, Conjuring it out of thin air; Telling myself you'd never leave... But it was only make-believe.
I told you I felt lonesome before We met, and you claimed, "Not anymore!" Like everyone else, you let me down- When I needed you, you weren't around; I reached for you but you weren't there, And all I got was cold, dead air. Now all that I can do is grieve... 'Cause it was only make-believe.