It may never be the same

there she sits
drowned in her own fantasies
her parents fight
she hates her life
she's happy anyway
living in her own world
where everyday is bright
she lives outside reality
to cope with such a sad life

here I lay
staring at the ceiling alone
my heart is cold
suicide crosses my mind again
I also hate my life
but everything is fine
but I'm not happy anyway
head first I face reality
trying to find the reasons why

now she is mad at me
for complaining about life again
she says stop being emo
she says to stop over thinking
she says to find a fantasy world of my own
she says im not fat or ugly
she claims that everything is fine
she looks me in the eyes and says
"at least you're not me"

now I'm mad at her
why won't she talk about feelings
why are we growing apart
why doesn't she think like I do
why won't she help me
figure out the reasons why
why won't she snap out
of her fantasy world
and fight with me against reality

but we had something special
I'm pretty sure we still do
but now at this point
it's not what it used to be
I don't know how long
and I don't even know why
it could mean the end
it could be a new beginning
whatever it is
it may never be the same