In the dream she has a beautiful face
A face that draws me to her every trait
A girl so natural a girl so pure
She would be the greeter of heavens door
In the dream she is so adventurous
Like shes never been to earth before
Asking so many questions with her lips
Pondering the existance of the misfits
Midway through the dream we take a walk
Through an old abandoned dirt road
She tells me something isnt right
That we must accept two different tolls
As I walk alone back to the house
I am uterly confused
I sit in my chair just wondering
Yet feeling a little used
Out of the blue the phone rings
Its a friend I havent seen in years
He says there's been a suicide
And thats when I wake up in tears
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