Текст: 504 Plan. Treehouse Talk. Morning Sickness.

In my life,
no memory could have matched
the day that i
saw her once at last
eyes so true
a face that could stop time
can i lie
and say we never met

how can this happen is this real
happiness is all that i can feel
all i know is what i see
all your tears have taken over me

when i woke up i could see
an empty blanket staring back at me
i cant beleive it is this true
all my happiness was just a dream

when i woke up,
a broken hearted me was still in love