I'm sitting at home in front of the wall,
Thinking about you,about my voodoo doll.
I completely understand that I'm acting all wrong,
But the similar days are about to long.
I mustn't be thinking about things like these:
I imagine the seashore,me,enjoying the breeze,
You,sitting next to me,holding my hand,
The sea,the sky,the waves, the sand.
I'm feeling totally happy and everything's right,
There is no place for gossip,stress or fight.
But then I wake up. And here is the end.
No seashore,no sky,no waves,no hand.
And it hurts so much,like I'm being hit,
The last thing for me to do is to sit.
It's a dream.It's only a dream! Oh,why?
When I'm hearing this it makes me wanna cry.
I can't stop beliving,but I've got to hold on,
Cuz' one day I'll wake up and my dreams will be gone...
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Created at the age of 13.
Dont Dream from 09. 03. 07
© Copyright: Валерия Ков, 2009
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