My mom tells me I sleep my life away.
Only if I could tell her why...
Yes I'm tired of crying myself to sleep, but sleeping is when I dream. My dreams are the only place I'm actually okay. Because reality sucks! That's why I sleep my life away, to dream. Dreams let you throw away the bad, and keep replaying the good.
Maybe that's why I'm not over him...
Because I'm only seeing him as my dreams make him out to be. I'm only seeing the good anymore.
Well maybe I'm tired of only seeing the good! Maybe I need to stop letting it control me...
