I Dreamt about You Last Night

My memory of you is fading,
the good, the bad, the everything.
I see you less with in the crowd around me,
and my tears are less and less free.

Last night I saw you in the land of dreams,
and I wish you weren't what you seem.
I wanted you not to be who you are,
and I realised it wasn't me that was marred.

Last night I saw you twist and change,
into a twisted form no man could arrange.
Between the old and the new,
away my heart flew.

I'm sorry to all those who were hurt,
I'm sorry to you who asked for my love,
I'm sorry to me who wanted so much to accept.