Every one keeps changing and my world just seems unreal

I often imagined in days gone past if this is how i'd feel

I've been living in a dream as if reality is on hold

I'm standing in the sun light but still I feel so cold

I have such strong convictions for my addiction is with words

predictions made of different days when different things occur

I'd sit happily beside her all my worries put to rest

Instead of countless days wasted away dealing with the stress

I'd have someone to talk to, have someone who cared

Instead of dreaming of her silhouette which is never really there

I wish things could be different but when push comes to shove

I guess this is my struggle the romantic without love. 

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