Untied Itself

the memories of you,
will never subdue,
for you will always be in my head,
i lay on this bed,
crying, sighing, dying inside,
for knowing, and not denying,
that you will never be mine,
the fantasy i had always dreamed of,
untied its self,
now its crystal clear it was all a lie,
i will never be your bride,
you will never be my economize,
we will never stand side by side,
in this horrible lie called life