The sky's raining and it's making me think about you even more.
Looking out of the window, I can't help but smile at all I thought we'd become.
I used to have childish thoughts, hopes and wishes that only an unrealistic person will have.
Thought I'm past all of these, apparently not.
Tonight, I'll pray that the stars will smile down at you, that God will tuck you into bed.
It has always been just my wishful thinking, always.
If I see you tomorrow, let it be the last day I allow myself to smile at you, 'cuz I've woken up from the dream I used to have of you, of us.
You said you'd be the first, yet some how, I think you broke the first promise.
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