Sometimes we have to face the truth..
i think of me-all alone
then i think again and silently moan
i think of me and i think of you
and i think that maybe this dream could come true
i like it whenever i see you stare
it brings me comfort that you are there
but then later in my room when i'm staring at the ceiling
i realize that i just have a hard time dealing
with the fact that you and me
could never really be.