The Fake Book - Bastian Baker

iI hate these days, where it seems

I’m all alone

When I open my fakebook I can

see the party’s done

I hate these days when I look at

the pictures on the wall

Of some friends I’ve received no

call and then inside me there is a

hole.

So why do you think, show your life

on a website, is gonna make you

feel better?

You and your fancy dreams I don’t

like you

You and your fantasies I don’t need

you

You and your fancy dreams I don’t

like you

You and your fantasies get out of

my life.

I hate these days where I open up

my eyes,

And as I wake up alone I can see

that there’s nobody at home.

I hate these days where I see that

you’re in love,

At the same time I’m still losing

my mind

So why do you think, show your life

on a website, is gonna make you

feel better?

You and your fancy dreams I don’t

like you

You and your fantasies I don’t need

you

You and your fancy dreams I don’t

like you

You and your fantasies get out of

my life.