The dream is over..

I used to think it was you

Breathing on my neck at night...

Then I realized

It was just my fan that sits

In My Room

That makes more noise than I do

When I cry.

I used to think it was you

Singing me to sleep at night

Then I realized

It was just the mix of our songs

Playing in my Mind.

I used to think it was you

Drying my tears at night

but then I realized

It was all just a dream

that I Never Had.

It takes more than a prayer to forget all of this...

Broken mix tapes and torn pictures.

But how do you erase a memory

burned into your skull?

Its under your skin.

And what about that feeling I get?

The burning feeling on my skin

when you touch me?

What about the flow in my eyes

That I get

When you tell me

You miss me.

Someone pinch me..

The Dream is over...