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.
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.