When you can't seem to wake,
When something is too good to be true,
When the seemingly impossible becomes true,
When life decisions revert themselves,
I always worry if I'm in a dream.

Yet when in the "dream", I can't seem to open my eyes.
No matter how hard I try,
And this brings me comfort for a bit, that reality has seemingly flipped.
Until I wake.

And when I wake,
I'm not in your bed,
Not at your side,
Instead I'm greeted by the familiar walls of my room.

And then I cry,
A vivid dream that tricked my eyes,
That let me think that we had both,
Apologized.
When really, I'm still alone.
In darkness.