Poet. Writer. Tramp. Cheat. Sometimes I'm through (Spencer Hastings) but only sometimes...
-We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.
How could you be what I wanted to see?
And my reality
Could never live up, could never live up
To my fantasy
Como você pôde ser o que eu queria ver?
E a minha realidade
Nunca poderia corresponder, nunca poderia corresponder
À minha fantasia