Last night I dreamed of you,
I wish I had not woke.
I remember you talking to me,
and I clung to each word you spoke.
We were happy together,
you and me,
but it makes me quite sad,
because the odds that it will happen
is absolutley never.
When I awoke from the dream,
I cried, it was too good to be true.
Reality never lets me forget,
that I'll never be with you.
