I dreamt I knew you, and understood you,
and was closer to you than any friend.
You knew me and accepted me, for all I was and am.
I dreamt love and forgivenes could conquer anything,
and we walked forward together, hand in hand.

Now that illusion is shattered,
and a real person stands before me
to my surprise a more fragile, more delicate,
more hurt person, than I imagined.
with all your hopes and dreams,
like a butterfly, in the palms of your hands

I look around me to see shattered illusions,
and broken mirrors
some swept away, some remain,
others refrain;
my life is broken glass.

now i'm awake, to cold to dream.

its amazing how things can change in an instant.
its amazing how fast you can loose your closest friend, how easy it is to give up.
its astonishing how the words 'I don't have feelings for you anymore' can change everything.
a relationship, a friendship, a school year, my life - forever.

God, I'm glad you don't give up on me like everyone else does.
God, I hope your looking out for me, cause no one else is.

I don't understand how something that ended before it started, can make me feel so empty, hollow, dead.
I don't want to think about the time you said you couldn't stand the thought of losing me.
I don't want to think about how you said you'd never give up on me.
But there it is. Glaring at me. Mocking me, like a slap in the face.

I can't stand to see you happy when every moment is agony and misery for me.

I'd like to live my life and move on, but the physical pain inside me won't let me forget.
Tearing at me, clawing at me, trying to break free, escape from this hollow shell.

I poured my life in a glass, to get it splashed back in my face.
God help me pick up the pieces, they just run through my fingers.