Another Standard Love Song

Every photograph. Sweet dreaming to see me through. I want to remember you in a sweeter way. I wish everything was full of happier circumstances but how can I when my life is a private circus that I want no one to know about. I don't want to say goodbye. It's too much of a burden. Still want to hold you in my arms. Every cliché, every standard. How much is never enough?

Tout les photos. Les rêves douce pour moi.

It's another standard love song to sing to no-one in particular. Wish it was though. Especially when I look at her. If that was everything I ever wanted then I'll always go home disappointed. She's more than dreams, more than life, but there's no point in floating in this cheap emotion these words can give. Your heartache/heartbreak is another thing altogether.