más/awaken

i feel sad these days
even writing is a pain
cause i know the words
are coming out in vain

i still feel the broken dreams
those that i see
not only in my sleep
the ones that i carry
as a love that couldn't be

in calls i expect to keep
my breath going to an internal sleep
foolishly it enters my head
that ur going to help me through this

but if u got me in
ur not getting me out
as if a killer
death could cure

so, i ask myself
do u feel the same?
does remorse crosses through ur veins?
or was it time gone to waist?

silly questions
for impossible things
if it where to exist
the dream would still be a dream.