for whom to be loved...

i decided to go, but not to gone
i decide to leaving the old life, while it going right
but i think going right isn't enough, i want it to be real
i always hoping more, but you don't
i want to be real, but you make me stay in my dream
while, sometimes dreaming are really tiring
tiring because we never work for it together
tiring because i dreamed it by myself
tiring because it just always a dream with you

--riz