Days Of Dreaming

Our days of dreaming have forgotten me here.
And the more I try to remember,
the more I want to forget.

Or do I?

I plucked away at your heart strings,
as if this were a performance.
Conjuring up emotions I barely knew.
I'm quite the actress, as you have come to see.

Was it all an act?

And our days of dreaming will
surely find themselves locked away within my memory.
Ready and waiting to be pulled out again.
When I need to remember what love felt like,
what it was supposed to be like.

I knew from the start I wasn't worth your tears
and my memories will come to fail me soon.
They become more blurred and out of focus
every time I tell myself I'm over you.

What's there to get over if it was all a dream?

And I want to tell you I'm sorry.
Sorry, I broke you as I did.
Sorry for all the times I fed you my lies,
knowing they were your favourite flavour.
I'm sorry, for all the ugly sides of me
and how they destroyed you.

But it's not like you weren't warned.

You simply chose not to see them
and when I finally convinced you to open your eyes.

You couldn't look away.

Copyright 2013: Anna C G