dream

I love the red I put upon my lips
but still times I wonder why I have to do that
tomorrow is going to fade
and today is just another page to rip off

yesterday I dream the dream that never were
and I understand it truthfully the feel of freedom being me and the freedom of not being me just as near
and the joy , the joy of being bad.
and the road , the road we are going to walk, will be just as long oh my dear love love.
It's not just me, it might be you,
it's not just you, it might be me,
and we are going to cry
till our hearts perish
and our leaves cross to brown, and we are going yellow
and