Repeated dreams of happiness.
Repeated times of regret.
Why can't all this go away?
All I want to do is forget.
I know its impossible to change the way you feel.
But if it's impossible;
why do my dreams seem so real?
I'm left sitting here,
wishing they were true.
All the feelings were here,
with me and you.
All the time we ever spent alone
Proved nothing of love, and nothing of hate.
Loving you must not be my fate.
These dreams I will hold onto,
Since they're all I seem to have left of you.
