Yeah, I’m a dreamer
And hell yeah, I love to dream.
But i prefer to do it while I’m awake,
Cuz dreaming while sleeping is too mainstream.
Clad in black
Like an agent of death
It’s not your tactics that leave me in a bind
It’s your eyes that kill me every time
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Waking up today in the morning
I thought it was like any other day
Witnessing your beautiful face
That’s when everything changed
Clad in white and pink
Like a blend of a lilly and a rose
Those sparkling eyes and that faint smile
My dear, why must you torture me so.
I see you hopping about as though you’re strolling in the meadow,
The wind in your hair, that smile on your face, all I’m capable of saying is… hello.
You say you want to stay away from me
You don’t want to talk to me
Don’t want to look at me
You don’t want to hear a word from me
You say you don’t even want to think about me
Well that’s all fine with me
There’s just one thing I want to say to thee
If this is another one of your ways to test me
Well then, know this that you have failed miserably
If you thought all this could make you matter less to me
Well then, you were wrong quite simply
And now I shall return to me being busy
Busy waiting for you to finally return to me.
Waiting for you is like sitting at the sea shore and watching the waves as they keep coming closer.
I can’t say I don’t like the feeling but I also don’t want to be swept away.