Our beliefs create our reality
If the ending is where we begin
Then where do we truly end?
What's real anymore?

Living off unsanctioned words
Repeating in my head because they're not love
But I keep fooling myself that they are
What's real anymore?

Do you really believe in God or 
Are we just playing pretend?
Your eyes are dilated from the drugs
What's real anymore?

I don't know who to trust these days
The moral of the story is
I think my anxiety medicine has 
Took away the hope for my life
What's real anymore?