Reality or fiction

Hands clasped so tight
as they escape in the night
they are bathed in light
I turn the page, I dream, and its me on stage

With my eyes open
I can see your soul
I can hear your voice whenever you are close

Chorus:
Whats real
and whats not?
I don't know anymore
Is this a dream or my imagination?
Is this reality or fiction?
Sometimes I can't tell
they blend so well

Eyes wide or shut closed
it's all the same- (it's killing me, it's killing me)
I'm so trapped-so trapped in my thoughts

So cold
so cold
so cold
(and so alone)
so cold
so cold
so cold  ( and so alone)

Whats real
and whats not?
I don't know anymore
Is this a dream or my imagination?
Is this reality or fiction?
Sometimes I can't tell
they blend so well

Author's Note

this is a submission for a contest, I'm 15 and this is a song I co-wrote with a senior in my highschool songwriting club. But the bulk of this is mine. This song is played with acoustic guitar and you doublestop C on the 5th string with D on the 2nd string once on the 3rd, 5th, and 7th frets. But if this song is ever used, please pay homage to me and note is by Bushra Khan