Pointless

This devotion of mine
Towards an illusion
Is like an endless fire
Burning my heart
Is like an endless torture
Breaking me inside
aughing at every fallen piece
Because I still dream

I dream of someone like you
To stand tall by my side
Someone like you
Who can make my words fly
Someone like you
Who I can write for every night
But someone like you
Who can love me back

I glance at you
And help but think to myself
Your hand will never hold my hand
Your eyes will never meet mine
Your heart will never seek me in time

So why still dream?
So why still chase?
A heart like yours
Day by day
Have I gone insane?
And written in vain
All these lines
For no embrace