I use to believe dreams really did come true, I believe it did even more when I met you. You showed me a world were I could be so alive, a world that I would find looking in your eyes. You took my hand and said you'd never let go, that even when you weren't here you'd still be holding me. You told me that I'm always on your mind, so I'll never be forgotten. I believed your promises of loving me forever. I believed there was a forever in our hearts, but my forever broke away when you tore us apart. Just like a book you riped the page of me out, the page I thought to be a chapter, no the chapter I thought to be a book. The dreams they did come, they were as real as I believe them to be, but the thing about dreams is you always wake up, you always wake up to a new day, whether it be with sun or with rain.