What used to be so real,

Has turned into a dream,

The thought of kissing someone,

Is now fantasy it seems,

Once, to have a boyfriend,

Seemed not so strange at all,

In fact I had one so it,

Seemed perfectly normal,

But now to have a boyfriend,

Seems as real as raining dogs,

And kissing one now seems like,

Princesses kissing frogs,

To have someone who knows,

What each thing you say means,

Now only seems to happen,

In fairytales and dreams,

Just to have a boyfriend,

Which you can hug and kiss,

Now could be described,

As only dreamers’ bliss.

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