My mind plays tricks on me.
It keeps creating visions of you and I.
And when I start feeling the warmth,
I end up disappointing myself and cry,
Makes me curl into my bed and sigh.
The broken pieces of my mirrored dream
Torments my heart, you left it bleeding.
When will it stop from so much anguish?
Encourage me and I’ll be willing.
If you insist, I’ll keep on trying.
Tell me more, speak of yourself.
Don’t leave me with foolish guessing.
Are these not enough, remind me.
Should I wait for nothing,
Or should I stop waiting?