They don't exist,
those dreams he sold her.
No lies, but enough hid
to make the canyon pour.
Shaded thoughts of lust and love,
fill her imagination, just as they use to.
His poignant love, arriving too soon,
her little heart can't handle " I don't love you."
And, fears that spill, tears that fall..
Fill the entire world with such sadness,
he's hated from the best,
oh he's hated from the best.
They don't exist,
those dreams he sold her.
No lies but enough hid,
to make the canyon pour.
