Last Train - Dawn Golden

you know that thing  that you say you sometimes dream of  well I think it's happening to me  you know they say  that time will take a hold you  well  you kill the voice or it kills you

You got a hole inside your heart Bigger than what you could ever hide And people stop and look right through Saying something must have torn you, just torn you apart And in the morning you get dressed You put your make up on and wait for something to change 'Cause the day you stop trying, well that's the day you start dying Look out look out Your dreams are dripping down your soul like alcohol You better pick 'em up real quick You better make something o' this 'Cause you're not here to sing anybody else's goddam dream No, you're not here to sing anybody else's goddam dream