some times i convince myself that my dreams about you are fading but the deadly truth shows up the following morning. i can some times wake up in the middle of the nights just to spare you some thoughts in my mind and some space in my heart, but when morning comes again i force myself to live in a denial just so i could get through the delight when my eyes are open. my nights were my only hope to escape, but then occasionally you started to flood my mind. i have learned to convince myself that i cold not be the only one this wide wild world, so i try to stay strong. i have fallen again and again for you and it hurts you have never considered catching me once. like you have started a story for me but you don't want to be part of the story.