And it was so. I came to terms with the fact that to me you will always be 1 in a million, but to you, I am just 1 in a million. Do I stop dreaming of a white Christmas? The one I could only wish to know. I shouldn't have let my mind wander off into sweet scenarios of us, and now they've left me stuck with an empty fantasy. Like a broken vase of flowers. My realization like the heavy flow of water that makes the roses slowly die. Like my love they lose life and I finally give up. And still, I'm dreaming of a white Christmas with you. My tears belong to you just like my heart does. A single one falls from the right, and it's a sign that it's not stress I'm falling for, it's you.
