You're A Dream

(Came up with two songs today. One was really good, and one was this repetitive garbage. Unfortunately, this is the one I remembered to write down. XP I'll try to remember the other one later, but it will probably be a rewriting and maybe not as good as the original. XP)

You're a dream,

You're a dream,

You're a dream, baby.

Believe me, you're a dream,

You're a dream,

You're a dream, baby.

You're a dream,

You're a dream,

You're a dream, baby,

But you're not mine;

You're not my dream,

And that makes all the difference.

I'm not gonna pussy foot around it;

I'm not gonna lie,

Or hide the truth,

Or try to sugar coat it.

I feel as though there's been a misunderstanding,

And I just want to set this straight:

You're a dream,

You're a dream,

You're a dream, baby.

Believe me,You're a dream,

You're a dream,

You're a dream, baby.

You're a dream,

You're a dream,

You're a dream, baby;

But you're not mine;

You're not my dream,

And that makes all the difference.

So stop coming 'round,

Stop trying to find out

How you can change my mind.

Cuz I think you're swell;

I like you pretty well,

But I'm afraid you'll find

That you're a dream,

You're a dream,

You're a dream, baby.

Believe me, you're a dream,

You're a dream,

You're a dream, baby.

You're a dream,

You're a dream,

You're a dream, baby,

But you're not mine,

So stop wasting your time.

You Don't Know (What Love Is)

(May need further editing...? I didn't intend for this to have anything to do with Harry Potter but now it does. XP)

You don't know what love is;

I'm sorry, but it's true.

You don't know what love is,

Or what it does to you.

It changes you and breaks you,

And bends you out of shape;

Just take a look at what it did

To Severus the Snape.

You don't know what love is,

Or the things it makes you say;

You don't understand that love

Sometimes means you have to go away.

All These Stolen Rainbows

All these stolen rainbows,

Glorious as the sun,

Shining on the tear drops

That always seem to run.

All these stolen rainbows

With no place to go,

Gathered in the closet

With all these damaged hopes.

All these burning wings

From trying to fly to high

Cooling in the river

Falling from her eyes.

All these burning wings

Disappearing fast;

Like the way she used to smile,

And how she used to laugh.

All of these golden dreams

She no longer believes,

Because bitter, broken people

Convinced her they could never be.

All of these golden dreams

Melting in the sun,

Like the girl that she once was

And now she can't become.

So much that she can't change;

So much has gone wrong.

So many promised to stay;

All of them long gone.

So much that she can't change,

And she wishes she could go back;

Back to being strong,

When she took no flak.

Stolen rainbows,

And burning wings,

Replaced all her dreams

With things she couldn't change.

 

Good

I want you to believe I almost never lie;
Some truths are easier to tell when I don't look you in the eye.
And maybe I should learn to think before I speak,
But baby am I thinking of what's good for you or good for me?
Good just don't seem to mean what it used to,
But I believe there's always been something good in you.
And if I get the courage before I scare you away,
I'm gonna tell you something that right now I have no words to say.

Maybe We'll Get It Right Next Time

Who are we to say we can't change when we've never tried?

Who are we to want to die before our time?

Who are we to think we can just cross the line?

Who are we to say that big girls never cry?

And maybe we define people wrong all the time;

I admire men who cry when someone dies.

And I'm not the only one to tell a lie,

But I can't justify wasting your time.

Still, who are you to say that I can never change if I only try?

And next time you want to fight I want to be on your side.

Maybe together we'll get it right next time.