I always dreamed of my boy, my best friend and joy That would hold tight my hand And let me be his soft pillow to land I dreamed having him close by my heart When I exploded laughing to stars Or when drowning in tears all falling apart I wondered if such dream is a pure illusion If I better stayed out of such childish delusion Better being on my own than with the wrong one, feeling alone Never did I ever gave up my dreams Could as well be dying slowly instead
And since it all came true, I am holding on to you
