I had a dream. I'd gotten everything I could ever imagine. The problem is my imagination brought me back to you again. I've been thinking about you lately. And that's the problem. Because you never loved me. But every time I walked into a store I would get something you thought was small and useless. Every time I said 'I love you' I never got one back, but now that your gone I've seen how much I needed you even if you didn't care. Now I see the bad sides of you but I'll still run after you like a lost duckling just because of your meaning to me, but in that dream non of that happened. You loved, cared, helped me. You wanted me. But now your gone. I see why. She's prettier she matches your style and personality. She hates her dad just like you. She matches your personality better, she has more emotions but she still drools over you like a dog just like it did. Is that why you like her so much? Is she the real girl of your dreams? Is it because she has a big chest and blue eye? A tinny waste and long hair? Is it because Im not her. I don't look like that. But in my dream in your eyes I looked just like her. Oh how I do wish that dream was actually reality. Maybe I should just go back to dreaming.
