Late nights, blurry eyes, time diffrences make you want to cry. 

New pictures, oh my, happiness hits the sky.

Shipping breaks the heart, it's a good kind of painful,

Real life hurts more, there's no upside, it's more woeful. 

Shipping is clearer, you can see the start, and maybe the end, 

Life isn't like that, it's blurred, you can't see what's around the bend.

Late nights, blurry eyes, real life makes you want to cry,

Don't worry, there's a happy land, full of girls and guys, 

With dreams that touch the skies, even while living through the motions

And talents that run as deep as the unknowns of the oceans,

And emotions that run deeper yet. 

The feels are painful, but worse is feeling nothing at all, 

A blank person, is a person without a fandom.