You use to be my dream
Now you visit me in them
You stood there in my dreams
Mumbling 'girl troubles? **** em'

A clearance of problems
As though two words
Somehow would solve them
But it was your way.

Last night you relay
What your words
Would always say
And I felt the value.

*'Don't let a ***** **** up your heart.
It's like letting a bear **** on a Prada bag'.