I don't know what I would do by myself,
but I know that I don't need you anymore--
I killed these dreams all by myself.
I don't know how to live anymore
making dreams open up like a flower.
I abandon them to rot in the ground.
Maybe I will sculpt them out of stone,
then maybe when I'm old I can take them off the shelf.
Will I recognize them anymore?
Just dust them off, polished up, spit-shined.
Then maybe I will do what I was destined for.
I killed these dreams all by myself.
some new lyrics I thought I would share. the music needs finessing, but DH liked this quite a bit.
