Why do you follow me?

I thought I was dreaming,
You looked back one last time before leaving,

Without even giving a reason why,
you waved your last goodbye.

Out of nightmare, i wake up in a trance,
To bring you back, this could be my last chance.
You're actually nowhere to be seen,
maybe it wasn't just a dream.
I hit everything that comes my way, before i fall,
from switches to our photo hung on the wall.

I fell on my knees,
when i hear you scream.
"What happened to the freakin' light?
How will i get soap off my eyes"?

I roll on the floor laughing hard,
I say,
"I'm sorry, we'll fix it, i'll start".

Don't speak a word anymore,
I'm not yet fully awake
been this way for a while,
while you've been calling me puerile.

It could be a little trouble,
when I turn to you again,
for I won't remain stagnate,
more harder for you to tolerate.

When I awake from this sleep,
you might go the other way,
but that way won't be normal,
'cause you've even called me irascible.

You're what I've started to see,
after chasing a world unseen,
Call my name, I'm deep in stoic,
for you call me once, you have no choice.

He's got chocolate brown hair,
most **** sideburns,
I have to stare and I don't care,
if he gawks back at me,
or his grin widens.
those **** sideburns....

He's got deep blue eyes,
if he could let me in,
I'd swim across and reach his heart,
come back and do it from start,
or stay forever,
in eyes of heartbreaker...

He's got **** British Accent,
he keeps talking now and then,
but he's just a friend,
so I  just smile and listen,
wishing I could be more then a friend,
more then a girlfriend...