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I had that dream again.
Where you loved me again.
Where you hugged me again,
When you and I smiled and laughed together
And most of all when you even talked to me.

Im weaving a story of all these broken peices,
A story that is not reality
A story I live in,
The story where im with you,

Im weaving a story for my broken heart,
and hope that it'll be whole again,
The story when you loved me,
The story when you talked to me,

And in the end..
Most of all I wish..
that the story that im weaving would someday be reality,

Because in that story Im weaving,
Im happy,
Happier than anything
And it's like all my troubles went away,
And im in love,
And I feel my love for you back.

Is it love?
Or is it just nothing?
Is it just something in my eyes?
To me?
Only for me?
Is it hust to make my happy?
When all it's doing is making me feel like nothing.
Nothing in this world,
Because without you,
To me,
Nothing is alot,
You are everything,
You are my everything,
Atleast that's what I though.

And I hope..
Maybe one day
You'll realize,
When maybe im dead
With a suicide note for you,
Telling you how I feel
That maybe,
Just maybe you messed up

When you see that story that I weaved
You'll see all my love for you
Everything, Every drop of me love spill of for you.
Even though my hearts aching and braking,
It will once again be whole,
In the story I once weaved,
And i'll be happy with you,
Once again,
Oh I can wait,
I wish maybe it'll come sooner than everyone thinks.

I love you,
And I hope that one very day,
I'll meet you again in that story I once weaved.