Dreams are what they were,
reality is what will be.
Running to the arms of another,
knowing you'd never love me.
Left alone with the remnants of yesterday,
I drift off in an empty stare.
I keep searching those same old memories,
hoping to find you there.
But my dream was not reality,
and your reality nothing like mine,
but that will never stop me,
from drifting further back in time.
