"I was a dream girl, he said" So was I, until the bitter reality hit my dreams. He and I can't be "we" here, forever meanwhile, Is the thought left behind...
Could I be more envious of the sun? Light years apart , yet everyday he peers through your window, to kiss you good morning until you wake up from your slumber dreams And here I lie hopelessly on my bed longing to sneak a look at my sunshine.