If I could sleep, just once without dreaming of you that would be peachy. I keep up appearances, I'm doing fine, moving on, plenty more fish in the sea etc etc. But my dreams seem to know I'm lying. And if you could bear to talk to me or even be in the same room as me (even though that's hardly possible now you're in another country)then I might feel a little less like crap. But then it just matches the rest of my life at the moment...
moan over, I'll be cheery and happy now, it's not good for me to wallow
