Still A Long Way To Go

I woke up crying, or least I woke up crying in my dream, from a dream. I dreamt that Father died. I dreamt that you died. I dreamt that I tried to find comfort in him but found none there, in his insincere embrace. Somehow, I fell back asleep, or at least I fell back asleep in my dream.

I don't know if I really shed those tears for you. I don't know if I'm really over it. I don't know if you're the one for me. I don't know if you care for me. I don't know if I'll ever find someone who loves me the same way you did. And I don't know if I'll love anyone as much as I love you.

Make Me Forget
xx