How could I know that you were real?
How could I know it’s you I feel?

You seem to be here but looks I get are weird,
You sound, to me, so true but the looks I get are weird.

A Beautiful Mind, odd but great,
But in reality you are fake.

Their smirk and their chuckle they fail to fight,
When just to be sure I ask, “You see him too, right?”

They mock me and imitate my walk,
They mock me and imitate the way I talk.

But they don’t know what I go through,
And I don’t know what in my life is true.

And when I ask, “You see him too, right?”
Their smirk and their laugh they fail to fight.

In reality it’s oh so fake,
My mind so beautiful, odd and great.

When you seem to be here their looks are weird,
When I think I see you, their looks are weird.

But how could I know it’s you I feel?
How could I have known that you were real?