This kind of dream, and all it's filled with is screaming of love and hate.
Tell me you love me, like there's no other.
Tell me you need me, like you've needed no other.
So tired of being second best to a fictional idea of perfection.
If you know where to find perfect by all means go and grab it.
"Whatever makes you happy" a terrible sound.
Like nails on a chalk board.
Like April rain on a lovely July night.
Love me and don't wish for fall.
If you're going to dream, dream for nothing at all.
At least then, your heart can remain full.