I cannot pretend  That I remember how to dream  And no one told me  That when I became a man  The monsters would still be under the bed  And the strangers would still seem so strange  And the darkness would still incite fear  Inside me    And in knowing this  And retrieving this  Give my heart away  Give my heart away  To every single  Kiss like lemonade  It brings me to my knees  Looking down on this place    The closest thing to a christ in this world  Is the fact that I've lived long enough to regret  All the time that I've spent simply wishing away  All the things I will live to regret    There is no light at the end of this tunnel  There is no grasping a waning salvation   There is no never as no love lasts forever  In spite of what you may have heard  In spite of what you may have been taught:    Weened off of mother's breast  Forced into our still-soft mouths  Are constant lies  Are constant lies  Dismember my idealism  Before my eyes  Recognize the truth behind  The blind leading the blind    Trying to feel out my way through this mayhem  This crippled reflection of what was once my life  Bleeding-hand image of what I'm becoming  Can this disaster  Oh, can this disaster be felt?    I cannot pretend