Times past since I let you know how I feel.
Since I was driven with my fears.
I guess now something’s changed.
Cause I no longer feel captive when,
You are or aren’t near.
I’m living out small parts of my dreams.
Like I always wanted.
Maybe the Cinderella story was right.
Dreams really do come true,
Or maybe this is just another trick.
Another one of your stupid lies.
Something to make feel good for a little while.
Then throw me back down to the bottom,
And make me want to die.

 
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