I woke up from a dream wanting to cry
and yet i couldn't
we were at the school dance together
holding hands
dancing
he told me how much he loved me in the picture booth
and i knew it was true
but i also knew
this would be the last time i'd get to see him
we left that night a little bit closer
holding each others hands as if it could stop us from being torn apart
but it wouldn't
the confession was bittersweet, he holds me close
and when our lips meet
i don't feel like letting go
then i wake up and am hit hard with reality
he's gone
he's not coming back
and you'll never really get to tell him how you feel