yttersta tanken

Wishful thinking is one thing. Reality is another.

I wish for a dream, one about love and fate.

Becuase I am loveless and don't have any faith.

I wish for heat but inhales the smoke.

I wish to talk with someone, yet I only hear my own whispers.

I wish to be seen, but feel ignored.

I may be greedy.

But what are you suppose to go,

When the world doesn't care?

Still,

I like to close my eyes and pretend.

Nights next to someone.

That maybe cares.

I tend to get a bit lonely.

I tend to do stupid decisions.

But I can't really change reality,

So I like to pretend.

That you still see me.