Well i wonder could it be
when i was dreaming of you
that you're holding me.
its stupid to believing into dreams,
since that day, i hoped dream could be true.
crying since that day
lonely since that day
looking upon the skies,
your face lied on my heart,
hearing your voices,
whispering softly beside my ears.
its black & white all the time,
pretty close we sat, pretty far we aparted.
pretty far.....& its far.

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