The People From My Books

The people from my books are real
I always tell them how I feel
They always know just what to say
To make all the hurt go away

They laugh with me
They sing, they cry
But why? But why?

They are not truly here
They do not truly care
They are my act-as-friends
They always leave at The Ends

But I think I'll stay with them,
And I think I'll last this through
Because I was to different to Become friends with you