This Is Not Surreal

A revolutionary for the one you love|He was the frog and you were the dove|With your broken body and your broken heart|One must always suffer for the sake of their art||'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality and it's left me for dead'|'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality, till my very last breath'||Swimming in the sorrow that you tried to drown|A traitor in your own mind and you can't get him out|Haunting every portrait of your saddest face|Your muse is a painting that cannot be erased||'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality and it's left me for dead'|'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality, till my very last breath'||'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality and it's left me for dead'|'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality, till my very last breath'|