November Pain

A dream, last night Felt real I've been drinking for the last weeks I'd rather feel something real, that burns inside me Than wait for a gift from the sky I've been in my head for a long long time I should take a vacation A dream, last night Felt real And you were there Again I've been high For the last five fucking weeks I'd rather cry than pose and smile It feels like it's the price to pay To live fast, and die satisfied