People think I'm crazy.
They tell me to let her go.
They tell me to move on.
That she doesn't love me.
But they don't see her face when I touch her.
They don't feel her heart skip a beat when I tell her I love her.
They don't see the tears in her eyes when she leaves.
They don't see how she looks at me.
All they see is a dream.
A dream they may never be captured.
A dream that I long for.
A dream that keeps me waiting.
They don't see how she makes me smile.
They don't see the beauty in her eyes, her smile, her laughter.
They don't see how I could never love another.
They just don't see.
Does anyone understand?
Does anyone believe in never giving up on true love?
Does anyone see that through it all, she's the only one that makes me happy?
How can they, when all they see is a dream?
A dream can come true.
A dream is full of hope.
And desire. And need.
She is my dream...