It's weird but my pain still lives. I saw a dream last night I believe it was a prophetic dream and I remembered...
Tonight I'm not deceiving myself - I'm crying about you, I'm crying about my destiny, I'm crying about the things that were not meant to be. I wish I could cry out to the skies asking "why"? I'm crying about you, even though you were just an illusion for me, even though only my aching heart that burns bright in the night is alive and real. Can you see its glow in the darkness?