Late At Love :On-going

Fake

I have always relied on my dream,
my useless little dream.

That someday we would be alright, but then suddenly things started to wither.

Like a rose that has never had water, and then which suddenly withers for its lack of nutrients.

When will we start over again,
When can we forget everything

When will it be over?

Its not true that I am the one who needs sympathy, because the one who needs it is you.

Go back to the days when we were together in life, you gave me your jacket and protected me from the cold, 

Go back to the days where you wanted me to go with you to the mall for you said that you were always afraid to wander alone.

Go back to the days that you said that I am the first and the last in your life.

But whatever just happened I have moved on and had forgotten you.