Hibernate

Wake me up when the world ends

I've neither strength or will to move on

Call me weak, call me yellow;

I scarcely have a care

Coz I'll remain in hibernate.

Heartbroken. Again.

"If you had the same dream, I'll do the same."

If my dream meant losing you, I'd give it up in a heartbeat. For what is the use in dreaming, or having a dream, if I can't be with you.

But that's just me, I can't stand in the way of your dream. This is the immovable force, pity I'm lesser than a career.

I guess that's it for me.

I'm crying again, crying my heart out. But what's the use? If letting you go will prove how much I love you; so be it.