don't tell me what to do you don't know me the lives I've torn apart... don't act nice to me you don't know what I'm capable of... so don't get so close to me i'm hostile toward you cause i will bite.
without love I feel empty inside and over time it makes me want to die they'll call the cops when they find my note while I'm in the sea of shame without a life boat
don't question me because you think I have the answers don't fear me because I seem strange don't assume you know me because of what I choose to tell you.
I close my eyes once again, I'll be laying soundly, in the gypsy field, with the sun on my skin, and the smell of the crisp air, the feel of grass on my bare feet... but a loud noise brings me back to reality.
I'm struggling to keep my eyes open making this world not feel real losing my grip on reality questioning why I wake up every day yearning for eternal slumber ... then I open my eyes wondering if this is all just a dream.