And it turns out what we had was never anything magical. I was just tripping out in a world of fantasy where I pretended love was real and painted a perfect portrait. Now this is the reality that forever hits me. He forget about me and this magic spark we had. Everything vanished in seconds like 365 days didn't mean ever anything. How can I forget about an enchanted life? Probably never, I guess hopefully one day I can forget about this life that we had. Pretend it never happened and I never knew you...