Death is dying all alone, he is not but skin and bone. Waiting to go home, knowing he is all alone.
who has friends when all you do is pretend?
who would get high when you can fly,
in dreams there is a girl who looks like you.
She tells me she loves me and I know it’s true
In my dreams I know it to be true.
When your friends pretend to be there for you are they really pretending,
or are they friends of mine?
I don’t know but in dreams you’re there when seldom i step out of mind.