Hopes, like air, to hold on to.

God knows why I keep crying to that song.

Maybe because you sang it to me.

It meant nothing when the singer sang it.

But so much more than more when you did.

Why do we have dreams?

Putting hopes.

Giving me some assurance.

But when it all ends,

...those hopes had to end there too.

Words I cannot express no longer.

Everytime I see you.

..Pictures and all.

I just wanna be there with you.

Wanting just to lean on you now.

People cannot have what they want.

Do i have to destroy dreams to get it?

Do i have to stay in my dreams?

...then never let me wake up.

I want not.