Some times i sit alone in a room and i begin to dream,
i dream of a life that isn\'t mine,
where all i have to do is lie around and drink fine wine,
sometimes i sit all alone in a room and i begin to dream,
i dream of a family full of love and care,
i dream that all the pain i feel would go away and someone would be there,
sometimes i sit cold all alone in a room and i begin to dream,
i dream of a world where no one judges me,
i dream of a world where i hold the master key,
sometimes i sit curled in a ball cold all alone in a room and i begin to dream,
i dream of a place where suicide dosen\'t cloud my mind,
i dream of a heaven where joy is all i can find,
sometimes i sit crying curled in a ball cold all alone in a room and i begin to dream,
i dream i will never wake up from this wonderful dream i have created,
i dream that all my good memories wouldn\' have fadded,
sometimes i wish the life i was living wasn\'t mine,
some times i wish i didn\'t have to walk such a tight line,
some times i sit alone in a room,
and i realize dreaming won\'t chase away all my misory and gloom....
yeah i just sorto of winged it so tell me what you think k
