I kept failing my dreams with the hopes of the impossible. Waiting and yearning for a something that was never going to be and never will be. I failed my dreams, and now my heart sits here with agonizing an taunting regrets. My mind in a stage of unsettled discomfort. I was inept and let down my real love for someone who was in pursuit of their own dreams. And I can't place blame.. No, I can't I'm who to blame... Such a hopeless romantic. And oh how it hurts like hell, but I'm willing to replace the impossible and put it in possibles place and make things work...