| When Paul dies My world might be a better place I won't make a fool of myself anymore (atleast not in front of him) When he's long gone I can quit fantasizing about his funeral I won't cry anymore Cause he's dead Though maybe he's a liar And can be such an ass He's such a good friend When he's two-faced to me When Paul dies I might be a little sad But in my heart, I'm content with relief No longer am I wasting My life on a dream Though he's real I'm convinced he's a doll (One I can play with) When Paul dies I can make believe he's here And not worry about if he's watching me I can secertly smile And not wonder if he noticed Cause he's long gone And I no longer care When Paul dies I'll still be here. |
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