Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you



In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you



The ink flows down into a dark puddle



Just move your hand - write the way into his heart!



But in this world of infinite choices



What will it take just to find that special day?



What will it take just to find that special day?



Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?



When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway



When I can't even read my own feelings



What good are words when a smile says it all?



And if this world won't write me an ending



What will it take just for me to have it all?