This make-believe, life
This dream of mine, for a house
And some kids, and a wife
Torn out pages from an old scrapbook
And memories from parties that never took place

And I have started to feel alone
And I stopped dreamin' of a wife, and kids, and a home
Torn out your page from my address book
And threw out all the t-shirts that
You said made me look like a fool
You said made me look like a fool

This make-believe, life
Struggling with guilt and grief, and strife
Torn out pages from an old scrapbook
And memories of parties that never took place
They never took place
They never took place