Sep 2015
Every morning feels the same,
Waking to the sound of a tone,
From a dream about you.
You called out my name,
To buy me an ice cream cone,
But dreams never come true,
Do they?
Waking to the sound of a tone,
From a dream about you.
You called out my name,
To buy me an ice cream cone,
But dreams never come true,
Do they?
