sábado, 3 de diciembre de 2011

I'm sitting across from you and dreaming of the things I'd do. I don't speak; you don't know me at all. For fear of what you might do I say nothing but stare at you, and I'm dreaming I'm tripping over you. Truth be told, my problems solved; you mean the world to me but you'll never know. You could be cruel to me while we're risking the way that I see you.

Could it be you fell for me? And any possible similarity. If it's all, how would I know?

I've dreamt alone, now dreams won't do.