My dreamgirl don't exist
And at the age of five she slit her wrists
She didn't know that I'd be hanging around
So her parents buried her in the ground.
To this day I can still hear the sound
Of her life in outer space.
My dreamgirl don't exist
Just you and I and this TV
And this illness seems to feel so strange
Like a henchmen that's about to hang
The moon up like a ball and chain
And set his hands ablaze.
And the wait is waiting up
To build a world so real and strong
nm to say today other than whinging about my mum's sudden change of mind.
iahte it when that happens.
and i was looking so forward to it.
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