dead end

Some nights this troubled me while the nightmare kept on repeating itself.
When I pulled my true love close to me in my sleep, it is you in my dreams.

I see your face.
I see the surprised regretful face.
I see the ring.

And I was too late.
But I didn't want to come, remember?

Oh wretched heart, stop aching already.

The dreams lost, and its not you that I want to be with.
So why do I regret your dead end, to your sorries?