Another dream that turned to a nightmare.
Just like the ones you can't escape.
Depressed, That's how I felt that day.
Just tell me sis you refused to hold my hand.
Do you hear me when I say :
" Will you quit liying, can't you see
i'm blinded by all the love that I have for
you and that I can't give away."
I tought that you loved me
but I guess that I was wrong.
Alone again, drunk again, sick again
and I'm screaming :
" Aren't my cries enough loud and my tears enough blue."
