I don't know what's wrong with younAnd you don't know 'cause you don't look for the cluesnYou over-paint every image of younAnd fleenInto a world of make-believenAnd the one within your dreamsnWho, for almost a decadenWas too blind to seenAll the beauty that lays in younNo grade could ever define for younJust make you steal your identitynOut of another booknYou can read for a thousand yearsnNever home, always fall betweennI never wanted you, my dearnIt was never about mennWhen I say love, you hear be with menYou never talk you just disagreenI never met someone that fought so hardnTo misunderstand what I really meannAnd all your holidays by the seanAll the places you have beennI ask you, now you tell menDid this ever make you free?nBecause this is the only thing that's realnEverything else remains unclearnRemains a fictionnRemains another untold storynAnd you know where I will benUntil I die I'll always benJust remember this is thisnSo it was never about me