I thought I'd learned my lesson
I thought I had it all
I never thought I had find myself with my back against the wall

I'm waiting in a corner
For a chance to make my move
To come as far as me
With still so much left to prove

Death of a dream
Death of a dream
How much do I have to see
Before I believe?

Before I believe?

I've got a ways to travel
Before I mellow out
I never thought I had find myself doing the thing I'm doing now

A blanket for Patricia
A straight bullet for me
We all know she is beautiful
But what does it really mean?

Death of a dream
Death of a dream
How much do I have to see
Before I believe?

Death of a dream
Oh, death of a dream
How much do I have to see
Before I believe?

Before I believe?
Before I believe?

Death of a dream

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Writer(s): NEAL CASAL