Cyber World I guess I got myself one hell of a lonely life. Every day I make a new start, but then I come home at night and search for you on MSN, when what I really need is some rest. Cyber world can’t be real: you’re the one who knows me best. Day breaks full of ghosts too mundane to be real, to chase the dream you’ve been sold not the one that you feel in the dark, a private world where I live in my desire; Cyber world can’t be real, the one place that lifts me higher. This, this is my cyber, this, this is my cyber, this, this is my cyber world.