"Dreams are windows to other thoughts. They tells tales of could have been's, should have not's and I'd rather do's. Ultimately, it's up to you to decide whether you want to close that window shut or just completely propel through."
Why do I dream what I dream?
Why can't I escape this horrid feeling?
Why does it hurt me and torment me so?
I feel the bitter regret eating through my soul.
Too many times I've wondered about the choices that I have made.
Things would have gone very differently if I had not been so arrogant that day.
Why do I dream what I dream?
Does it predict your unexpected return?
It fills my heart with much painful sorrow,
As that thought burns an image in my soul.
Too many times I've wondered about what could have been instead.
What's done is done - no matter how many times I replay such thoughts in my head.
Why do I dream what I dream?
What I did to you was unjust.
All I wanted to do was to love you.
A fool of the heart I have become.
Too many times I've wondered about your beauty way too much.
Too many times I've wished for the return of your so gentle touch.
I dream what I dream.
That is my curse.
Unrequited love.
No other feeling could be worse.
