It's funny when you find yourself looking from the outside.I'm standing here but all I want is to be over there.Why did I let myself believe that miracles could happen. Because now I have to pretend that I don't really care.


I thought you were my fairytale.A dream when I'm not sleeping.A wish upon a star that's coming true. But everybody else could tell that I confused my feelings with the truth.But now I know you're not a fairytale and dreams were meant for sleeping. And wishes on a star just don't come true.Because now even I can tell that I confused my feelings with the truth!But still I liked the view when there was me and you.