| ~ Reminiscing with a disliked heart ~ |
| I hate myself for hanging on, I can't take the fact you're finally gone. When i find the strength to get over you, I have a dream where we start anew. I have a dream that you still feel for me, In this dream its worked for you and me. I hate having these dreams, Cos they always feel so real. They make me want you over again, They make me need you more then a friend. They mess with my head, They play with my heart. I have to accept that we're apart. If only these dreams, Could really be a sign. You want me there with you again, Then baby everything would be fine. But its not real, Its in the past. A dream of a world, Where your feelings last! |