Just stop and listen for a minute; I can't remember.
One time I stopped thinking about this; I can't remember.
Sometimes I feel all I've got are stupid dreams.
At least they're for real and right now that's good enough for me.
For every time an hour goes by I wish one hundred times.
If I had more guts I probably give it a try.
Sometimes I feel all I've got are stupid dreams.
At least they're for real and right now that's good enough for me.
I wish that I knew what I wanted So I could teach myself
to live without it.
For days now I've listened to myself
Did I forget how to recognize myself?
