Dreema lives inside a shell
Is she good? No one can tell
Like glass strands, she's cold and frail
Dragging on, she never yells
Dead inside, it's this I know
By night, my name, I've got to go
Dead inside, it's this I know
Blood and names, I guess I've got to go
Dreema lives safe and sound
Never knows just what she found
Keeps her feelings under her bed
How can she smile when she is dead
Dead inside, it's this I know
Not around, where does she go
Gray and white and torn napkins
Water breaks, she never mends
Dead inside, it's this I know
By night, my name, I've got to go
Dead inside, it's this I know
Blood and names, I guess I've got to go