Nightmare

I know you are in the next room,
and I can't stop thinking about you.
While my teacher talks and talks about any subject,
my mind drags me into thoughts I don’t want to have.

I’m smoking again, you know.
The last crisis didn’t pass without a cigarette.
And I know you don’t care,
but my fingers ache from the so many times
I’ve wanted to write you.

Yeah, yeah, 'it’s gonna pass,' they say,
but right now it feels so unbearable to live.
How can time pass more quickly?

I wish I could sleep until September ends,
like that Green Day song.
Wake me when this sorrow passes,
when your name no longer tastes like bitterness,
when seeing you doesn’t make me want to vomit.

Wake me then
when all this nightmare ends.
Wake me and tell me it was all a dream,
and that we are still together,
fighting our own battles,
but still together.

Just let me dream a little more...