It was you who picked the pieces up (when I was a broken soul) and then glued me back together; returned to me what
I don’t wanna hurt you.
I don’t wanna make you sway like I know I’ve done before.
I will not do it anymore.
I’ve always been a dreamer.
I’ve had my head among the clouds.
Now that I’m coming down
Won’t you be my solid ground?
I dreamt we met up to try and salvage the situation. We were both talking and soon we were smiling. It’s was such a wonderful pleasant dream. But waking up from it, my sub conscious euphoria dissipated into thin air. Because it was just a dream. I hold my tears back everytime I think of how I foolishly keep losing what we once had. Do you still want me back? I do. Even if it’s gonna take a lot to make it work again and again and again, I still do. With the right chemistry, relationships are easy to be established. Yet if we do nothing to make it grow, it will perish right before we know it.
“Magic” might do some good now.