I only see your face in dreams because in real life we are supposed to be enemies. A place untouched by society where my heart can grieve peacefully.
I'm searching for you, for a place we can talk without their prying eyes, their words of wisdom. Without the fate of destiny.
Because in a dream there are no rules and no consequences.
So, search for me in a dream because who I keep finding isn't you at all. It's just someone who wears your face, who says cruel words and pretends I didn't mean a thing to you at all. Who I find is never you. It's just the person I met that day.
I dream about the end of us, a nightmare I may never escape
