Dream on, little girl. Cause the world is going to take you down again. Just keep on dreaming as the window rain drops dry. As your hope and expectations rise. As your dispair colapses. You are not more than you feel you are.
Dream on, little girl. You know what that suspire means. You are in love with the idea of love but you don't love anyone at all. Not love love. Instead, and at same time, you love a lot and live your plenitude of dreams. In your head, the drops are not drying outside the window. In your head, it hadn't rain all day.
Dream on. Cause we all know what that means to you. And the way it makes things move around you. And the way simple things hurt you... your ideal is so far from real.
But keep dreaming.
You know what that breathtaking means. You are in love with the idea of love. And it's hurting like real love.
You are not more than you feel you are. And that's how it's supposed to be.
Dream on, little boy. You'll never know the world that's behind her wall.
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