Late last night a had a dream and it was then I seen her. She didn't need no diamond rings fancy cars Versace things to please her. She's my perfect girl and I call her my imaginary diva.
Your life's hard enough. And your not strong enough. To be bleeding from your heart. The strain has got to much. I feel your losing touch. You let your inner beauty slide.
Everybody's got an answer. To a question that they need to know. "Still broken over one thing. I didn't ask you, do you have to go?". . Now I'm looking for a reason.