
No more dreaming of the dead as the death itself was undone
No more crawling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so long
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so long
Dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world.
I feel alive
You were my ecstacy
It's you that I'm craving
I feel alive
You were my energy
So why do you hate me?
Perfect lives are boring.
Disappoitment is there to upset us so when something good happens we over look the disappoitment and feel great and happy.
Last edited by N-Dubz; 25-06-2008 at 04:09 PM.
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