In my left pocket is a book of dreams,
In my right pocket is a knife,
Dont worry, Its Mine and not someone else's,
It belongs to a man who ended my life;
In my heart there lies a secret,
That no one besides myself can know,
A secret so harsh,
So deadly,
I will never be able to let it go;
Theres a fire deep within me,
Burning up my book of dreams,
Theres a knife within my heart
And it's slowly killing me;
This book of dreams is deadly,
Each day it weakens me,
And the knife within my heart,
keeps twisting and turning;
The poison spreads throughout my body,
Leaving scars and memories,
Memories of broken hearts,
And all these Lethal Dreams.
