Jan 2015
Dreams too often become reality,
Now ours have become mixed.
We are living nightmares,
But perhaps we can be fixed?
No, no, no, you won't be trying,
No matter how much I call,
Even as I'm crying,
You don't care at all.
Now ours have become mixed.
We are living nightmares,
But perhaps we can be fixed?
No, no, no, you won't be trying,
No matter how much I call,
Even as I'm crying,
You don't care at all.
We could be fixed, but you won't even try.
