We are walking down in a difficult line.

Well, this is a story about a girl I know, or maybe not, maybe she is only in my dreams, but it's about a girl I think I know. She  lives in a fairy world, she is not mature yet, she is a girl, a little girl, but she can be the best of all, she is so humildity, she is so special, she is so pure, but she is so girl yet. She thinks That Hanna Montana sings great, she thinks Hanna Montana is the best, she believes that her dady is her hero, she is wrong, she is a girl, a daddy's little girl, but I can see trought her eyes, and I can see her soul, I can tell there's something worng coming, I feel it, I can hear her toughts, I'm jelaous of her live, cause it is so easy, so easy to tell, so easy to explain, I love her, but I'll let her go, she has to get out of my dreams, she is hurting me from the inside, she don't let me think right, she'll destroy my feelings, I hace to let her go, to anothers girl dreams