• Witnesses stare unto the eyes
    Unto the truth, unto the lies
    Thinking about the very last year
    I didn’t know this boy I treasure so dear

    Only asleep can I be
    Dreaming of him so blissfully
    Wrapped around imaginative sighs
    Just figments of my mind

    Whisked away into a pool of love
    Stretched and free in skies above
    His embrace feels like Heaven’s gift
    I awake, my body gimp and stiff

    Fantasies of him together with me
    Will remain just that: fantasies
    However, in reality, my heart will remain
    Loving - through love and pain

    During the class, or rather the day
    I tilt my head a drift away
    Thinking of him and thinking of me
    Together, so much so, happily

    Of course, those kind of lovely things
    Only appear in my dreams
    Comfort to the soul through fake passion and love
    I dream because life is never good enough