Woman of his dreams

When you said she was the woman of your dreams,
it reminded me of a scar that’s long been there,
it no longer hurts but it’s making me think,
to you, was I ever just a nightmare?

Your memory can’t hurt me anymore,
but sometimes it drowns me in confusion,
I’m not going to bother you asking for more,
but did you ever think of me even for just one second?

Perhaps she was really the woman of your dreams,
that girl you’ve always been waiting for,
I’ll no longer argue with the twist of fate,
But I’ve always thought it was me before.