antipunk

She was like silence in the long scream of distress. Calm during the tempest...
warm, soft and fragile... not like what I'm used to...the delusional.
The innocent unconvicted of any crime, she was mine. A toy labled do not touch, I had to much, she was broken with a single smile...I had to stay awhile, now the time has come to run away with me, lets play games and be free, from everyone we'll have our fun, and we'll laugh in joy, we'll bend the roads, cross the toads,make make-believe real, for you and me... lets live this fantasy...

another story book closed with a hint of sugar spice and little tiny mice.
A dream... a dream... a dream.
A dream... a dream... a dream.
Close your eyes with me... listen carefully to my dream
its about you, its about me
A dream... a dream... a dream.