I can no longer think for myself
there is some kind of voice inside of my head telling me to do things id rather not do
this voice inside my head sounds as if it were yours
your all i can think about why must you treat me this way
dont you remember all of the good times we used to have when we first met wild nights and parties
you told me you loved me as you held me in your arms so tight
the scene still runs through my mind as a try and sleep at night
now as these tears are rolling down my pale white face i now know that there is no such thing as love because all love is is a dream a dream inwhich will never come true because in the end all it is is a dream and nothing more.
