so it's a dream
a fatal dream reflects a fatal day
don't give yourself away
she's got the words written on her arm
so there's nothing she has to say
and that's okay
the way she walks makes me forget if there's a god or not
i don't care anyway
and when she speaks, the minutes turn to weeks
but i don't know what she's trying to say
but that's okay
if it's a dream, really doesn't matter much to me
so it's a dream, really doesn't matter much to me
the way she looks, the way she opens like a book
but it's blank on every page
i don't mind, i can make up my own story line
a new one every day
and that's okay
if it's a dream, really doesn't matter much to me
so it's a dream, really doesn't matter much to me
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