The dream

Skies reflecting in his eyes:
The doctor sadly warned me quiet;
A lie couldn’t ever got this white:
If I’m getting pregnant, so both die.

A little me was playing with ten dolls;
A rain, a storm — no matter what;
I could have exactly named em all!
The little me this Monday I forgot.

The elder me is scratching toes to blood;
by loneliness the old lady is driven mad…
Till I’m my middle, I’m so glad.
Never ever I’ll forgive, You, God.

A little me was playing with ten dolls;
I bet she knew how now it’s goes
She’s hiding between loads of malls
She’s dreaming of a friend that never die

By far the best I’ve seen in life
Wasn’t that as fucking bright
When I used to come to the same guy
The one above the other’s sight

A little me was playing with ten dolls;
Or was it balls? or were them only eight?
There’s ain’t no hero to blame or hate
I’m an evil no place for a tear to fall

Her dream by time came true with you
(I bet you proof if this was you)