My life, a dream

My life is a dream all by itself
I seem to see it pass me by
I sleep through a silent lullaby

I am now ready for a simple meaning
But it will not show its face to me
What is my true reason for being?

I look back and I conclude
that my life to me will always be detached from reality....
nothing more than a dream.....

Because of him.....

Because of him
I had a reason to smile
but it was also because of him
that I had a reason to cry

Because of him
my life had meaning
but it was also because of him
that my life meant nothing

Because of him i felt whole
but it was also because of him
that I felt like being torn apart

Because of him I felt special
but it was also because of him that I felt miserable

He walked in my life
but he has now walked out of it.......