August 2 5.23 AM
I still don't understand
What is it that you exactly doing
Inside my dreams at night
I still can picture it unclearly
We were sitting together in a class room, an unknown classroom
You mumbled that I've been changed towards you
Still, I had this aware feeling of where would your girlfriend be
Oh, 'course she had her presence
Because she was there with her little clique at the back of the class
But she didn't even shot a glance at the two of us
We were having a quite nice talk
Until I woke up this early
Tell me, babe-excuse me to call you babe-
What is it with your presence in my dreams?
What is it that you would do beautiful things to me in my dreams?
What is it that those (dreams) were always include the two of us?
Since we really don't have something in common, phrase that once I think was cute-since we could complete each other's imperfections, probably-
I mean, really, it was just a stupid little feeling I possess of having an unrequited love, right?
It shouldn't really matter
So, what is it that you manage to sneak into my dreams?
Watch me hurting with reality
Yet still had to have a disturbing dreams while I sleep
And you, yes you
Your love were something I could compare with ghost stories
They surely got people quivering and desperate to hear what's coming next
Yet they still question the truth
You with your deluding actions
And although I know you didn't mean a thing you said
Then I struggle to see what's coming next
What is it that you're doing right now?
What is it that you're thinking about right now?
I'm not interested to know, since you never had your ghost stories moment while you fall for me
And you never will
