I dreamt of you last night, and tears rolled down my face.
I dreamt of everything you said, and how I had been replaced.
I dreamt of lies and promises I so naively believed.
I dreamt of how you randomly decided to leave.
I dreamt of your “I love you” calls when you were rather drunk.
I knew you weren’t telling the truth, but I didn’t give a fuck.
I dreamt of ways you fucked me over and how we were still friends.
Too bad that’s not how that story went, instead it sadly ends.
