I realize I can't get through to you,
These emotions.
I chase this wistful dream, I do,
Unable to stop thinking of it daily.
It's just too painful as you're still blind to
These emotions.
I feel like I have to unwind,
Almost surrendering to
These emotions.
I secretly dream of us becoming one,
Expressing to you
These emotions.
But there's no point in trying, you're already dead.
So why is my hope still alive?
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
I realize I can't get through to you,
These emotions.
I chase this wistful dream, I do,
Unable to stop thinking of it daily.
It's just too painful as you're still blind to
These emotions.
I feel like I have to unwind,
Almost surrendering to
These emotions.
I secretly dream of us becoming one,
Expressing to you
These emotions.
But there's no point in trying, you're already dead.
So why is my hope still alive?