to get away from the winters
Two red hot summers and lots of splinters
Thinking people would be polite
But if they don't know you,
they don't want to and I wonder
People say, keep your dreams
and I think that I know what they mean
when dreams hurt more than help
when you have a disposition
at odds with the way you see yourself
Happiness is attainable and sustainable
And I feel in visible, not invincible
I'm getting over my jealousy
People say, keep your dreams
and I think that I know what they mean
when dreams hurt more than hell
When you have a disposition
at odds with the way you see yourself
So tired, my memory suffers
And I revisit all my fears
People say, keep your dreams,
and I think that I know what they mean,
when dreams hurt more than hell,
when you have a disposition
