I'm in love with a fiction:
For you are not what you seemed to be.
I thought you were stong, but now I see
that you were merely pretending.

I'm in love with a fiction:
What I thought was blooming as you ceased to ail
instead turned out to be only betrayl -
from that there is no defending.

I'm in love with a fiction:
unfortunately it is love all the same,
and you are the only one I have to blame
for sleepless nights neverending.

I'm in love with a fiction:
But, try as I might to find a new muse,
my pitiful heart is unable to choose
the message that Truth has been sending.