My mind is a machine of repetitive motion
consistently returning to the same emotion
Beautiful, brilliant, perfect, surreal
I can\'t help but think this isn\'t real.
That I\'ll rub my eyes and awaken from this dream
Disappointed at last, mind churning with what could have been
When I\'m with her, I\'m a child again
Unsure, nervous and full of indecision
I want what\'s best for her, that\'s what I know
Whether that includes me, I can only hope.