i can see you, you aren't invisible and neither am i, But you're like smoke, slipping through my fingers. i can't reach you, i can't hug you, No matter how far i stretch for you, No matter how loud i scream, How hard i cry, How big i smile, you're like a work of fiction that i can't experience, But i'd like to. i do want you.
i'm overwhelmed that i'll wake up, And we won't get to hold each other, So filled with emotion, i could turn into smoke. . .