I dreamt of you in another women's arms. Seeing you happy, cause pain in my heart. I always hoped I be the one you stood by in the end. Seems hope is nothing but a trend of sorrow. Yet I fake a smile, saying that I am happy for you. You know it's not real as I take my cue and repeat "I'm fine". Sometimes I wish it was me by your side but not this time for it seems, hope has died.
