She's a mystery.
Wears a smile that says not in mysery.
"I'm perfectly fine" sounds so perfect.
Didn't she know, lying isn't worth it?
For her world is falling apart as I can see,
He didn't really love her, as I can see.
What am I here for?
How am I supposed to put my trust into her?
How am I supposed to smoothen the creases of worry on her forehead?
Oh how I wish I was someone to tuck her in bed,
Watch her sleep peacefully as the lullaby play her favourite melody.
Wake her up by the smell of coffee.
All I wish for right now,
Right at this moment is to let her know,
What I feel,
Anyway to make it real, my dreams that feel surreal.
Make it real.
Make it happen.
Make it real... Make it happen.
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