After more than two years could it really be true?
I'm afraid to make the same mistake again, to feel that pain again.
It doesn't seem possible anymore; a tantalizing dream.
But if it is, who am I to question a dream come true?
Because it seems to good to be true?
Or just live in blissful ignorance?
Not knowing is slowly torturing me,
and while I thought I was strong before,
I don't know if I can take it anymore.
I've heard it said that some days we're the dog,
and other days we're the fire hydrant.
These days I just feel like the fire hydrant.