there's really no point in me holding onto you, i
know.
we'll never become the people i want us to be, i know.
i'm burning myself everytime i text you back...i know.
i know but i still have hope.
that when you dream, it's of me.
that when things fall into place, you'll search for me.
that when you finally start thinking for yourself,
you realise it's always been me.