You, unaware of my mind.
Not worry about bothering me.
Until i'm upset and ready to leave.
Then you want to talk about everything.

But now my mind has shut down.
Not wanting to address anything.
Especially with you.

When I needed you.
You wasn't there.
You was like a bird flying free.
Only interested when I was about to leave.

Dreams, are made to achieve.
If you had listen than you would have understood my pain.
One which concerned my feelings for you.

Not that they not real.
For they are.
But now they slowly fading like smoke from the tailpipe of a car.

Dreams, are made to believe.
But this one was dreams that finds me about leave you.