The only way to escape my reality my whole life was to go to sleep and dream.
Escape from the tortures I dealt with every fucking day.
I would always dream of someone so peaceful and she felt like home.
Then I wake up and continue my empty reality.
The weight of this emptiness clearly was dragging me down.
Again I would hurry to sleep to seek some goddamn peace.
One day I woke up and you were looking at me with so much love in your smile.
My dream became real.
Real as your love and the soft touch of your kiss.
I have waited for you my whole life in my dreams.
I have to constantly remind myself that this is real.
I have my love and my peace.
Your my dream.