You were my idea, my fantasy, don’t know what you meant to me, the time we could have spent as we, Im left lonely, with only resent an me You were my idea, my fantasy, don’t know what you meant to me, Even with space to breath, The thought of you is suffocating Sick as I still yearn to feel you holding me I quit sleep, stay awake, contemplating Even with space to breath, The thought of you is suffocating to this confusion that faces me I found the only solution this pain has stopped tracing to become a dream, my final conclusion to become a dream, my final conclusion You were my idea, my fantasy, to become a dream, my final conclusion
