My dreams are as empty as my life.
Having no one to share my thoughts
with, or to tell them how I feel.
No one to tell my secrets to,
I only have my journal to do that.
It feels distant with a touch of lack of
comfortability, as my life passes
by each day.
Looking at you as if you were just
another person, but your not.
With you on my mind, my life is in a
shape of a glass, which is finally full,
not half empty.
But just like water in a glass, my life
is just poured away into a dark hole,
until its left empty on an abandon table.
You being with me seems like a
dream that won't come true.
I have a lot of those dreams, but
I wish my luck changes with you.
