I've come to the conclusion that all these dreams... you know, the ones with you and me? They're only tearing me apart at my seams, and taking a toll on my self esteem. I guess nothing is ever as it seems. I don't want to run away from these feelings. It's time to get over it, but I just dont know how to quit. I was mr. self distruct back then, and I admit... I've changed. I need to stop now before I fall deeper into this pit, before these feelings leave me even more deranged. I was a fool to think this would last, I'm gone now, and your just a thing of the past. I can feel you slipping away a little bit more everyday. some nights I even pray, and that isn't me. I'm independent, don't want to be caged. I got to be free. I hate the way I feel about you, helpless, the crazy things I would do if you asked me too. No one has ever meant to me what you do, so when I finally admit it was to good to be true... I'm done, it's over, we're through. So those dreams I had about you and me... they'll die out... I'm done feeling melancholy.