we all wish we were someone else, cos it's never you that someone in particular likes. and then someone else would wish they were you, cos that someone that they like, likes you. and then it just goes on and on.

then, i wish we were all the same person. just one girl, one boy. just clone them.

cos boy, i really don't know why i like you. maybe it's just cos of that perfect-ness. but that's like saying i can't like someone just cos they're imperfect. so, i don't know whether i like you because of who you are, or what you are.

and sweet dreams boy, tonight i may just dream of you, and perhaps i'd appear in your dreams and you wouldn't even understand why. i'd place a small piece of my heart in your hand, so that i can still love with the rest, and if you ever come to me, put that piece back with the rest, so that i can love you with all i have.

rest in your bed tonight, have a good night's sleep, maybe you'd dream of that other girl, but that doesn't matter. we've got a long way to go, i see a long long road among the hills, there are swamps and thorn bushes, but there are also crystal clear waters and lovely shrubs full of colourful flowers. i hope i walk among the little animals and butterflies tonight. goodnight boy.