I think about the dreams that recently I've had.
They used to make me cry-used to make me mad,
but now I know a simple thinkg in dreams about the past.
The bad things were all I saw, and they would always last.
So now I'll force myself to dream about the little things.
The things that mean so much, and are not as they seem.
I'll dream about the living I'm now doing everyday,
and how-about the bad things-I simply walked away.