Chantal Schnarrenberger

Dreamer's Disease

Iíve got the Dreamerís Disease

Head high on clouds and on trees

Iím everything I dream of

Beauty, beast or Courtney Love

 

Turning into whatever I need

I need no mask to go out on the street

In my mind I know the role that I play

When to switch it, and when to stay

 

Iím like an actress, on my own screen

In my own movie, which no one has seen

Donít know where to go, and when to arrive

I keep on looking for my own life

 

Iíve got the Dreamerís Disease

Canít find a person to please

Somebody to join my game

To give me love, truth and fame

 

And for the sake of my mental health

Iím tryiní hard to gain some sense of self

To understand what I am, what I feel

But lifeís easier Ö in a world thatís not real

 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 10/05/2009.

 

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