If I Could Be Who You Wanted

What happened to imagination? To dreaming?

Maybe I just had a bad day.

Maybe I miss you more than you know.

I wanted a friend so badly to play in the snow with me. That's right. Play in the snow with me. I wanted to throw snowballs and build snowforts, pretend we were pirates. Pretend we were superheroes. Build a world all our own. I wanted a friend, but none came.

Maybe I'm stuck in between childhood and adulthood.

Maybe I don't want to grow up. Maybe I never do.

I want to dream, to imagine, to play. I want to dance, to love, to smell the roses. Every single one.

I want to see you again, as I remember..

I want to forget what needs to be forgotten.

I want to remember what I want so much to remember.

I want to dream.. I want to dream.. But I want someone to dream with me. I don't want to walk alone. I need a hand to hold.

But maybe what I want.. doesn't matter.

Of Course it doesn't.

Never has mattered much.

Maybe my feelings can be stepped on, torn apart, and my dreams crushed.

Of course they can.

Always have been.

Oh please.. please... Louis Armstrong.

You saved my life before... do it again.

Oh Fake Plastic World...

Music can't do it again.

Tears are stinging.. stinging my eyes.

Oh fake plastic world...

Why can't I be loved, for exactly what I am?

Why can't somebody hug me, and tell me it's okay?

Maybe I mask it...

Maybe I act.

Time to Pretend, every morning.

oh fake plastic world...

Don't let me go....