It's funny when it's over, you can't really tell.
The person that you loved the most, was not that person after all.
You'd travel the whole world to find her, but when you found her she wouldn't remain.
Her clothes would change, her face, her hair, nothing would remain the same.
As the end comes, you know it's to late,
there is not enough time for one last date.
She says goodbye, and you lye in bed and wonder why?
What did you do to deserve this pain?
Night after night, you toss and turn, thinking what ifs,
while making you go absurd.
The next day you wake up wondering if it was all a dream,
nothing like this could go this bad it seemed.
But then you wake up, and realize,
it wasn't a dream...
As much as you wish it to be,
and things aren't quite what they seem...
It's over... and it wasn't a dream...
it wasn't a dream...
Hey, I like this a lot, and I relate 100%. Keep pushing forward though, man. I was in a recent situation similar to this, and eventually the pain wears or away, or at least dulls.
