Its one thing to dream, and another thing to see your dreams broken before your very eyes. You give your hand to me And then you say hello And I can hardly speak My heart is beating so And anyone can tell You think you know me well But you don't know me... It's all my fault of course. I was and am ever the romantic idealist - in other words, foolish. But that's the thing about dreams, they have a way of getting you so drunk on them that nothing else seems to matter. No you don't know the one Who dreams of you at night And longs to kiss your lips Longs to hold you tight Oh I am just a friend That's all I've ever been Cause you don't know me It always boils down to how much you're willing to understand, give way, and eventually adjust. Nothing's perfect, I know, but that's a lesson I've never seemed to learn. I never knew the art of making love No my heart aches with love for you... Who said life was fair, nice, and good, anyway? How terri...
Insanely idiotic, mind-bogglingly brilliant, and all points in-between; more of the former.