I don't want to believe that I created you in my head. That I drew you myself, sculpted you myself, and then told myself that I did a good job. I could have sworn. I did swear. I swore you'd be it. But I think I might have made you up. Maybe we're not magnificent after all.
I thought you'd like the castle I built you. But I think it's breaking my heart.
I thought you'd like the castle I built you. But I think it's breaking my heart.