My dreams know

Not this, not right now. Dreaming of feelings that I buried deep down. My subconscious mind teasing me with what it knows, I barely knew myself, but I always had to go, put it on a shelf. It was your eyes I dreamt of because when we looked, my heart would pound, the closer you stood the more I found; ignore it, deny it even inside, convince myself it was nothing and pretend to believe the lie. It's fine. You'll never be mine. I've always known this so I don't know why, this, now, hide. Try to forget again, it was probably goodbye. My dreams know about you. Can we meet again in there? Everything was perfect and life was fair.