Close your eyes.
And dream.
Dream of me.
Dream of all that could have been.

Dream of the beaches and the passion.
Dream of the struggles and storms.
Dream of the sunrise and sun sets.
Dream of the two of us, amidst all of this.

Who am I kidding?
I am the one dreaming.
I am the one lost in fantasy.
I cant help but think.

All I can do is dream.
Of what could have been.
Of how I could have been that one.
Of where this is going to take us.

Wake up boy. Stop dreaming.
Don't fool yourself. Stop thinking.
Open your eyes and see what it actually is.
This isn't Neverland. This is real