This reality quickly turned,
into the fantasy that I will never have.
These tears I cry,
for you I relive my nightmare,
where you turned me down,
where you ripped out my heart and threw it down,
onto the ground,
it fell,
I cried.
Helplessly I sat,
waiting for you to come back,
and hold me like nothing ever happened...
But you never turned around,
never said that you were sorry,
that everything was all better.
What's worse is that you gave me a slice of hope...
So I hold on to it,
though I know that nothing will come out,
like a deaf man to music.
Though he hears nothing,
he remembers how it used to be,
his feelings when he heard the tune for the first time,
and how the song sounded when he could hear it...
Now he listens to air,
remembering what isn't there,
just like I am holding on to something,
maybe nothing,
but fairy tales are supposed to be like this...right?
