My dream is to become perfect in a not so perfect world, I\\\'d rather be real than plastic. Face it, we are all puppets on your shelf and you play with us to your own adavantage. I\\\'m tired of being connected to strings.
My dream is to be yours but the more i think about it the more i want you here with me. I can\\\'t help it . But the more this goes on the more i try to convince myself your not here with me but, the more i do that. You seem even more irrestible. Espically dancing with her.
My dream is to die. Dying slowly mortified to the death, because. You played with me. now its your turn to fall.
