I am one of the last few standing. A survivor on a farm. Just along the outskirts of a small city. . Like most that have made it this far. I live off of old canned goods.
Sweet dreams of you every night I go through. Why can't I forget you and start my life anew. Instead of having sweet dreams about you. You don't love me, it's plain I should know.
Face to face, my lovely foe. Mouth to mouth, raining heaven's blows. Hand on heart, tic tac toe. Under the stars, naked as we flow. . Cheek to cheek, the bitter sweet.
We were blessed by the minister. Who practiced what he preached. We were blessed by the poor man. Who said heaven is within reach. We were blessed by the girl selling roses.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry. and I don't know whether to live or die. I kept my love for her locked deep inside. it cuts like a knife. she's out of my life.
I don't like the way that it's going. The world is shaking. The volume's going up everyday. Here's a. Can't keep up this rapid pace, for much longer. Like so crazy when I look up, snowing in summer.
Sweet dreams of you. Every night, I go through. Why can't I forget you, and start my life anew --. Instead of having sweet dreams about you?. . You don't love me, it's plain.