Walking Alone

I'm tired of dreaming dreams.
All they do is remind me of how lonely I really am.
When will one come true?

Walking along this lonely path that I've traveled for so long,
Longing for a companion from my dreams to join me on my lonely walk home.

Living in my head as become nonchalant.
The visions of my dream world are starting to blur; fading out, I start to see the outline of the cold, cruel world.

My dreams leaving me lonely as I pick up where I left off when I left this meaningless world,
But I'm coming back even more lonely than before

I lift up my head waiting for my eyes to adjust to the light.
I don't like what I see.
Reaching out my hand for the hand of the girl that seems to fill my dreams.

I forgot she wouldn't be there
because this isn't a dream, not even a nightmare.
This world is real...