Broken Dreams Belong To Me [Glosa Verse]

Hotel California ~ Eagles
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Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz.
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends.
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget.

Stuck inside a world that few, she'd ever show -
And yet, she wishes, somehow, that everyone could know.
"All those broken dreams belong to me," she sadly sighs;
Her mascara hides any traces her plastic appearance cries.
Crowded around her are all her so-called "friends";
She wishes that all the promises she broke she could somehow amend.
She cries black tears in the vulnerable, dead of night,
Wishing for someone to just come back and make it right.
But it always winds up hurting more in the end -
"...Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz."

Perfection is what she wanted, it was the only thing she craved,
So she took her mind out of the game and she put her heart on save.
Feelings don't matter, who really cares about those?
So hold you head up high Baby - strike a deadly pose.
Yet all those broken dreams can never really end,
Reminding her that deep down, she's still just playing pretend.
The only thing to fix it would be for all the nightmares to shatter -
Leaving her with only the friends who really, truly matter.
But for now, the only ones are the fakes she could happen to befriend.
"...She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends."

She has the hot boyfriend - she thought she had it all;
Once she hit rock bottom, there was no where else to fall.
Reality is just a word that means nothing to her -
Like a disease, she thought perfection was the cure.
Those broken dreams keep her life in check;
Causing this havoc and creating this wreck.
Broken inside, but she dares not show it -
Wishing that at least one of her "friends" could know it.
All the fake memories, oh how could she forget?
"...How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat."

Hidden behind lies, lip gloss and black
Is a heart with a hole, showing all she lacks.
Broken dreams belong to her - that's all she ever was;
There's no way to fix it, it's useless because -
She's living her life on perfection and regret.
A crumpled up doll the world just forgets.
So life's her favorite game; her heart's on save.
Dancing like a marionette, becoming her own slave.
It's all those broken dreams she will always fully regret.
"...Some dance to remember, some dance to forget."