I always dreamed of a boy, to be my best friend and joy
Who would hold tight my hand
And give me a soft pillow to land
I dream of having him close by my heart
When I explode laughing to stars
Or when drowning in tears, falling apart
I wonder if such dream is my pure illusion
If I better stayed out of such childish delusions
I rather am on my own than with the wrong one, feeling alone
Never did I ever gave up my dreams Could as well be flying slowly instead
It could all come true, I am holding on, he might be waiting for me, too.
