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The grass is green, the sky is blue.
All day i'm dreaming of things that won't ever come true.
Thinking about your smile, your lips and your eyes.
Hoping that someday, you will be mine.
But it are just dreams that won't ever come true.
Because i'm me and you are you.
2AM, She's still awake.
Endless thinking and ready to break.
Lying there, thinking about what she could do.
Knowing the only one to blame is you.
Would she choose the razor or the gun ?
And after hours of crying she decides the devil has won.
She takes the gun and set it to her head.
She pulled the trigger, and then she was dead.
Waking up, the sun’s shining bright.
When I look into the sun, i’m getting blinded by the light.
I love how the sun, touches my skin.
It’s a way to let the positive energy in.
But when I look further, I can see a rainbow too.
It might be strange but it reminds me of you.
Those cheerful collors, it radiates happiness.
It’s making me think about you and your smile.
I keep thinking about you for a while.
Happy thoughts cross my mind.
Thinking about how you’re so kind.
I start the day with some positive energy,
Just so I can handle reality.
Looking for someone who cares,
Waiting until that person appears.
So i’m sitting here, waiting.
Thinking off you,
I wish my dreams would come true.
Maybe you’re that person,
The one who will care.
But probably not,
Because if you where, you would be here, with me.
And then I wouldn’t have to miss you.
But know I do..
So i’m sitting here, waiting.
Waiting until that person appears,
The one who cares.
Why am I the only one in pain ?
Why do I always get the blame ?
I know I do everything wrong,
But i’m trying my hardest to stay strong.
Why can’t these feelings just go away ?
It keeps haunting me day by day.
Why are we dreaming ?
We know they won’t come true.
Maybe I’ll keep dreaming,
Because I like to dream of you.
And I would like to make myself believe,
That all this isn’t just a dream.
But then I remind myself I need to think straight,
And dreams are called dreams for a reason.
The thing is, you just need to believe it.
But I can’t believe them because I know they won’t come true,
Cause you don’t like me but I do like you.
I would rather sleep,
Because that’s the only way to dream.
Dreaming about you,
Why can’t dreams come true ?
Probably because they are made up in my mind,
Where all my wishes are left behind.
Also the memories that faded away,
But the problem is, the scars stayed.
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