I see that one day i will love again
i shouldnt be dreaming about him
even though it hurts knowing that i'm loved right now
i've let my body be taken by *evil*
i had my tears shed by *usage*
my sight being ignored my *"love"*
ears hearing *lies*
now i'm not sure about him
the boy i'm with now
when i look into his eyes
i see me
he's my careness
he's my hyperactive child
he's my soft touch
i dont know if my dream could pass
