I wish I could turn back time. And change the things I did wrong. Maybe things could have worked out. Or maybe i'm just dumb. Maybe this is all a dream. If it is don't wake me up. A stupid little fantasy. That one day you'll come back to me. I can't help the way I feel, even after all this time. In the corner of my room, where I sit and wonder why, when I see your face, it all makes sense to me. I can't help this anymore, you are so special to me. Soon you'll be miles away. I can't say that it doesn't hurt. Maybe I need you to wake me from this dream.