You woke me up in the middle of the night, you couldn't sleep I didn't really know what i should say, or feel. I was happy you called, but I wasn't sure if you were.
I wasn't sure if I was a last resort of all your other friends. Just somoene you knew would hold you and love you and make you feel better.
Every breath I take is for you... Why don't you see that? Why can't you understand that it's not just some terrible dream that I'm after, it's you.
I guess you oculd say that you're my dream, but I would be lying if I said I dream about you.
I don't dream about anything, I don't have dreams. dreams would be too dignified for me. Dreaming is for dolls, and ponies.
I can't dream when I'm so unhappy.