i pull my covers over my burning face
because I know it was just a dream;

i know you didn't actually say you love me --
you didn't want to hold me tight
and wrap your arms around my waist,
with blush across your cheeks.

you dream of some other girl, and how can i compare?
she is everything i am not -- she is confident,
kind and funny, her hair is pretty and she
doesn't need to wear makeup to be beautiful.

how can i compare when you dream of
kissing her smiling lips and whispering sweet nothings?
truth is, i can't, but i'll just keep dreaming of you
and killing myself in the process.