All she is doing is asking to be noticed
For what she doesn't have.

All she wants is it all,
Even though she can't find it.

She is here, and she is ready,
but not quite prepared.

I'm loved in my dreams.
I'm noticed in my dreams.

Even if they don't like me,
they appreciate me.

There is hope in my dreams.

I can see all yet know nothing,
in my dreams.

Even in my nightmares.
But I don't have any "nightmares" because,
to get what I need is of my dreams.

If I could I would escape
to my dreams.

But, like they all know and say,
a dream is just a "dream".