Dreams are just stories, yet to be told...

Her eyes- like a storm, I swear I could see her soul.

Now she's dreamy and on drugs.



I'm hiding inside my sadness, watching it slowly turn to madness.
It's leaving me empty on the inside,
And making me look happy on the outside.

Shed a tear, punch a wall, pop a pill,
Watch yourself fall deeper into whatever this is ..

Let's call it madness, oh it must be.

You did this to me. I did this to me..