My Dreams are made of Bitter Tears,
Your Dreams are made of something else
I do not understand this madness
Except it is a cruel nightmare swirling around
with no existing meaning for me
and I tell you it's over now, It's over I end it here
with my own bare hands,
I don't take it ... No more.
Another day we may see the same dream again.
Now, coldly crush and stab my heart to death
but I believe into the gentle sense of love slavery.
Sweet Dreams are made of Sugar
My Dreams are made of Bitter Tears
Your Dreams are made of something else.