The end of a relationship, one that very clearly meant everything to him. Love blinds us sometimes, especially when that love isn't returned. When things started, he fell in love, and was almost positive she loved him back. Now things have changed, and he is facing the reality (hence the title); all along, it was one-sided. This is him differentiating that reality from what he thought he had (first two lines). He can't see the reason for heartbreak, even though it is real. You can never know for sure how somebody feels about you (any time I can read your thoughts, some of them yours and some I thought up). He's disappointed that what they had wasn't all that he made it out to be (its no good saying you'll always be mine, these jokes life's playing they make me so tired/and all the while there's a false face etc), but no matter how much he tries, it'll always be in vain (every mile I walk is five, I'll get where I'm going in the next life). This is post-euphoria, post-love when "the real" comes along and smacks you, and the emotional aftermath and tears that you have to deal with, no matter how much you want it back (this constant longing for what's gone).
The end of a relationship, one that very clearly meant everything to him. Love blinds us sometimes, especially when that love isn't returned. When things started, he fell in love, and was almost positive she loved him back. Now things have changed, and he is facing the reality (hence the title); all along, it was one-sided. This is him differentiating that reality from what he thought he had (first two lines). He can't see the reason for heartbreak, even though it is real. You can never know for sure how somebody feels about you (any time I can read your thoughts, some of them yours and some I thought up). He's disappointed that what they had wasn't all that he made it out to be (its no good saying you'll always be mine, these jokes life's playing they make me so tired/and all the while there's a false face etc), but no matter how much he tries, it'll always be in vain (every mile I walk is five, I'll get where I'm going in the next life). This is post-euphoria, post-love when "the real" comes along and smacks you, and the emotional aftermath and tears that you have to deal with, no matter how much you want it back (this constant longing for what's gone).