You see in the past I had a dream
A fantasy I thought that we would last Become a little family Then one, two, three, four The years were flying by They soared And it's my gut feeling It's not happening for me, so... Let's end it on this
You see it's hard to face
ChorusI open up, you ignore meYou're not the same at all And if I could turn back The pages of time I'd rewrite your point of view Washed up on the shore
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