Stuck waiting

Goodbye.
A simple word
that instantly shattered
what I believed was perfection.

I love you,
I don't hesitate to speak
say those three words out loud.
Because they're still true.
And they'll be true.

I can't believe
we fell to hell.
I watched us
slip through my fingers.
And I couldn't even speak.
I still can't.
I can't stop this.
It's not in my power,
but it's my will.
I wish I could
keep this from happening.
Oh I wish,
but my wishing
is nothing to their (damn them) power.

I wish I could believe.
Have a little faith.
But I'm past believing,
past having faith.

Maybe someday,
I'll look you in the eyes again.
Maybe someday,
you'll look me in the eyes again.
And we'll say those words,
like magic.
Maybe.

Perhaps someday,
we'll be friends again.
Perhaps someday,
I'll see you smile.
Oh, that smile.
Perhaps someday,
you'll see me smile back.

I wish it hadn't ended like this,
a stupid mistake (not mine, not mine)
that made us break.
Oh God,
I miss you.
It hasn't been a day.
And I miss you.
Oh God,
I miss you.

Time heals everything.
Or so it's said.
So I guess I'm stuck
waiting.

Dreamer

If you're the dream,
I want to be the dreamer.

Maybe it doesn't matter how it happened,
because all I know is that this, this right here...
is perfection, love, beauty.

Maybe it doesn't even matter what it is,
because you're mine.
And that alone is enough.
For once in my life, I don't have to ask the questions,
for once in my life, I don't have to get answers.

It's like falling,
falling into darkness,
where you can't see anything, and taking that jump
was the biggest risk.

But I jumped.

But I'm a risk-taker.
Anyday, anyway, everyday, everyway
(For you)

If you're the dream,
I don't want to be the dreamer...
I am the dreamer.