If I die in my dreams,
I die in real life...

She bites her nails,
As everyone fails...

I sat there,
And just wanted to cry...

They started off as pretty pictures
flowers, trees you and me...

You come home,
And you're angry again...

I planted it,
In my back garden...

Cold and damp,
I stagger on...

We could try to describe you,
Even though you’re not here...

Smiles are fun,
Smiles are bright...

I cry when you cry,
I’m happy if you are...

So many thoughts,
In my head...

I know I've stuffed things up,
And I know I can't change the past...