Sleep.
I wake from sleep,Again I wake to thought of you,Was it a dream, or a memory i saw of you,Did I feel your lips,really touch mine,Or is it just a cruel game, in my mind.
I lay on the floor,Trying not to cry,My feelings are tore,Waiting to die.
Maybe its was a dream,Everything will be alright,Or so it seemed, As I say good night.
As I lay here shaking,And going numb,I wish I was Faking, Because I feel so dumb.
You walked away,I cried a tear,And here I stay, To keep living in fear.