Dreams
Dreams, they make reality seem so dim.
They put ideas in our head that
Will never come true.
I wish I could stop dreaming about you
So the dreams would become reality
But it seems all my interludes with you
Will never be anything more than dreams.
I'm depressed, I'm scared, I feel so alone
Without you here!
Why will you only come to me in my dreams?
I need you in reality - not only in my dreams.
Please I'm begging, down on my knees;
Come to me mystery man
From whatever part of the world you please.
I know you're out their somewhere.
I see you in my dreams --
But and empty void fills your face,
Never letting me see who you really are.
Mystery man, I dream of you,
Yet I don't even know your name.
Written by: Melodie M. Payne
Copyright (c): February 8th, 1999