As i sit in my old chair,
thinking if anyone is out their?
does she miss me too,
or still, am i a dream following you?

As i sit upon my bed,
my pillows folded,
ready for my rest,
i dream,

As i lay down,
my body fills with hope,
that is washed away,
by the though

"she has another"

I try to change it,
to see her happy,
but maybe i messed it up,
now im a dreamy ******

in realality i give up,
my hope is out of good luck,
i have to stop ******* up,
or maybe ill start looking up