I keep looking at the stars but the dreams never come true.
I feel stupid.
Alone.
Confused.
I know I'll never be the one and the magic words don't exist...
But its those dreams of you and me,
With that perfect kiss.
I feel empty like this house is now,
It's hollow as am I.
The worst thing about listening, is having to hear goodbye.
I want so much to tell you,
How beautiful your smile is to me.
The simple passing glances and when you concentrate you pout.
From these urban rooftops my heart, it longs to shout.
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