Sometimes, I like to pretend
That I am an angel
I spread my wings
And I am beautiful
And strong, and nothing can harm me
Then reality hits
And my wings dry and fall away
And I am once again ugly
And pitiful, and weak
And the world comes
Crashing down around me
Crushing me under it's mighty weight upon my back

Sometimes, I like to pretend
That I am not really human
I can become anything I want
Animal, monster, creature of the night
But again, I wake up to find
That I am only me
Human in every way
Nothing special
Just another body afloat in the water

Sometimes, I like to pretend
That I am not me.
That I am smart and happy
And I can stand before my peers
And not be ashamed
But I know that it is not true.
I slink into the darkness
And pray that no one follows

Sometimes, I like to pretend
That I am you
That I can conquer anything
That nothing truly hurts me
And I am not afraid of the world
Then I see, that you are just as pathetic as I am
You are just better at hiding it
And I go back to being me
Sad and alone
With nothing left to hold onto
But sometimes, I like to pretend...