When she was only a little bitty girl
she ran away from the cold, cruel world
she just lived in her head, inside her dreams
where everything was just as it seems.
When she awoke she paid the price
nothing was real; nothing was nice
so she just lived in her head, inside her dreams
where everything was just as it seems.
Time went by and she grew up
she ate from his spoon and drank from his cup
but she just lived in her head, inside her dreams
where everything was just as it seems.
She grew tired of living and made up her mind
this life was over, she’d leave it behind,
she only lived in her head, inside her dreams
where everything was just as it seems.
She bought the gun out on the street
drank up some courage, settled in her seat
she was tired of living in her head, inside her dreams
where everything was just as it seems.
He came through her door and saw the gun
he looked her in the eyes and didn’t even run
She stopped living in her head, inside her dreams
where everything was never as it seems.