In my dreams,
you came to me,
singing that sad song,
eyes ocean blue.

But i'm growing weary,
years have passed me by,
and now I'm nearly twenty-four,
keeping a soft spot for you endlessly,
but I need to accept that life had other plans,
for you, for me, for us.

It's time to close the book,
i've filled it up nearly enough.
But I'm pledging here and now,
that every second, every breath,
of my pathetic whirlwind of a life,
will be in aims to show the world,
just how much I love you.