reaching out to grasp whats real falling short of what is unseen it falls through your fingers like grains of sand nothing is what it seems nothing seems as real as it used to be alone for so long when he's with you feels like you're dreaming and nothing can go wrong the feelings raise to fire then like sand, you lose it all and you cant get it back the moment has passed whats next is this how it was supposed to be try again, the pattern repeats losing hope of what it real nothing can go right whats next is this how its supposed to be