The day your dreams are making whole
And the fantasy you had is an object to hold
Why does your heart questions its role
Is this the happiness you seek why thy heart bare a hole
Happiness of the heart why questions its worth
The what ifs of the mind are taking their toll
You are happy that is all
Then why do you write about questioning it all?
He loves you and you love him an that is all
Writing it down on paper to prove that its wrong
This is the dream you've dreamt for so long
Satisfaction is the key in making you whole
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC
The day your dreams are making whole
And the fantasy you had is an object to hold
Why does your heart questions its role
Is this the happiness you seek why thy heart bare a hole
Happiness of the heart why questions its worth
The what ifs of the mind are taking their toll
You are happy that is all
Then why do you write about questioning it all?
He loves you and you love him an that is all
Writing it down on paper to prove that its wrong
This is the dream you've dreamt for so long
Satisfaction is the key in making you whole
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