At night, I lay and think of you hoping my wishes and dreams come true, wondering can this be the end, is this all that's left.
Wish we could go to the way things were, laying and crying about the things that happened and how it all ended.
Laying and thinking of us, I mean you and I to soon realize there's no more us. Even the futile dreams of us together again do not seem real but always wishing for us to be together again.
At the first rays of morning sunlight
I realize it was all dreamed during the night and nothing will ever be real again....