Holding your hand

What started as a game…
It was definitely getting through its end.
What’s the difference between big and bigger?
What’s the point in believing or dreaming?
Why your falling soul keeps breathing?
You will never believe how I miss you tonight.
You will ever don’t think how the story should might.
If I’m smiling in the dark it’s just because of my secret dream.
If I want you tonight, lets hope not is because deep secret fear.
So where is the magic?
Where do you keep the fireworks?
I believe in your eyes, I believe in your heart.
I can barely find mine.
Maybe when the ding dong rings will be too late.
Maybe when you smile again I won’t be there.
Perhaps my dump dream will keep that way.
Perhaps my dream will be never yours.
Perhaps we just live in this fantasy world trying to getting it real.
Where one day you will be just fine, really calm:
The night in which I’ll get used to another hand.