
I looked at you yesterday, and I said it wasn't enough,
because you passed by, and never said a word.
I saw you running today, and the world spun round,
next time I looked, you'd gone without a sound.
I'm starting to believe that you are just a dream,
but don't you remember, sir what you meant to me?
I'm tired of dreaming, of crying and screaming,
I can't keep up with my heart's broken pieces.
I'm tired of hoping, and all of my confusions...
I don't wanna keep believing in illusions.







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