fantasy کے بول

I'm not really mad at you I'm the one who got confused I got this tendency of making a fool of myself You got to understand, you're beautiful, I couldn't help I got a lot of creativity, fantasies But sometimes these things take over me Killing me (why do they kill me?) inside Somethings I can't hide But when I wake up from my daydream You're standing in front of me With that smile on you do so well I shake your hand goodbye You leave me behind Then I realize you're just another Fantasy of mine You are not the one to blame If you do not feel the same I've got this tendency of making a fool of myself That's why I'm telling you these things I didn't need to tell (oh, no) I got a lot of creativity, fantasies (fantasies) But sometimes these things take over me Killing me (why do they kill me?) inside Somethings I can't hide But when I wake up from my daydream You're standing in front of me With that smile on you do so well I shake your hand goodbye You leave me behind Then I realize you're just another Fantasy of mine I'm not really mad at you I'm the one who got confused You are not the one to blame If you do not feel the same I got a lot of creativity, fantasies But sometimes these things take over me Killing me (why do they kill me?) inside Somethings I can't hide When I look you in the eyes I just can't disguise But when I wake up from my daydream You're standing in front of me With that smile on you do so well I shake your hand goodbye You leave me behind Then I realize you're just another Fantasy of mine I realize you're just another fantasy of mine