Is my life for rent?

I've got used to dream my dream before, no pain, no seperated, no rent...God knew why you woke me up.  I rather stay in my dream so that you wont leave.

Once I dream of that we would meet each other at every sun-raised moring, and I always wonder how long should I wait for that day.  But now I know it is no ended...  I don't konw what put the sand into its coming wheel.  Is the reality?  Or you?  I questioned that Does it means to come to me?

It is scarey almost at a though that what I fighted for is what you were ashame of, though I tried and tried.

Well, tonight I listen to the song "life for rent" while I think of you,  I abandoned myself into the memory which belong to us.  Yes, it belong to us.  I forced myself  to accept the turth that the memory not just belong to me, but actually it is not.  You never kept it, or maybe you never knew it...

When I saw you turnt away,  I always cant help to ask were I paying for my rent?