I'd
rather
listen
to
the
rain
than
listen
to
your
voice
going
on
and
on
about
how
great
you
are
and
how
I
am
nothing
more
than
a
speck
of
dirt
on
your
shoe
YOU ARE READING
Diary of a Dreamer
PoetryThey say you're a dreamer Cause your eyes are sewn shut And you've got your head in the clouds They say you're like sleeping beauty Never gonna wake up until your knight comes to kiss you But it's been ages and still no sign of that white horse and...
Dirt
I'd
rather
listen
to
the
rain
than
listen
to
your
voice
going
on
and
on
about
how
great
you
are
and
how
I
am
nothing
more
than
a
speck
of
dirt
on
your
shoe
