it's 12:52,
and the clocks ticking uncontrollably,
i'm waking up from another dream of you,
another imagery of a bitter wasted memory,
spent on 20 seconds of lost hope,
and if i could live in these dreams,
i wouldnt cry so much anymore,
and if wishing worked for every star,
there wouldnt be so many guilty notes,
being wasted on the floor,
and the seconds feel like hours,
till i fall asleep again,
just to escape this precious pain,
this pain i should be treasuring,
because when we were together,
i never felt it, at least not like this,
but every second of smiles you brought,
and every gallon of tears i cry now,
i just wish you wouldve kept them,
put me back together at any cost,
and it feels like forever,
till i can dream of you again,
and the only problem with dreams,
is that they always have to end,
if i could live in these dreams,
and share these seconds,
of unconciousness with you,
things would change,
and we'd know exactly what to do,
but this is just another book of denied hopes,
with a tear on every page,
because this split path between you and i,
will never come together, and we will never change.