My secret is fatally gorgeous
There's the type of memory that brings a smile to your face. There's the type of memory that brings tears to your eyes. And then... there's the type of memory that does both. You smile, remembering the happiness you once contained within that moment, and then tears form when you realize that the moment will never return. Forever, it will only be a memory. And what is that, exactly? If a memory is yours and yours alone, what about it counts? Perhaps it was a dream you're remembering, or an actual event you've simply stretched, forming it to be something more--an actuality.
That's all beside the point I guess, but I bring this up because it's been the mix of a dream and reality that's caused me to have this feeling all day. This half smiling, half crying feeling... and I really want it to go away.
It was more like a dream that could have been reality... SHOULD have been reality... maybe, anyway. But something went very wrong, and there's really no correcting it. Trust me, I've tried.
And I was over it, I was, until this haunting dream struck me.
Why am I not allowed to forget?
Why aren't I allowed to put this behind me and move on?
It's ironic, in a way---I thought it was what I wanted.
That's all beside the point I guess, but I bring this up because it's been the mix of a dream and reality that's caused me to have this feeling all day. This half smiling, half crying feeling... and I really want it to go away.
It was more like a dream that could have been reality... SHOULD have been reality... maybe, anyway. But something went very wrong, and there's really no correcting it. Trust me, I've tried.
And I was over it, I was, until this haunting dream struck me.
Why am I not allowed to forget?
Why aren't I allowed to put this behind me and move on?
It's ironic, in a way---I thought it was what I wanted.