I am the bird that flies in the night sky
I am the vision you see before you sleep
I am your deepest fear and your darkest fantasy
I won't be the one walking down the isle
I won't be the one holding your hand in front of the fire
But i will be the girl your dreams will hire
When you sleep in that bed with the woman you led
Led to believe your love was true
When in all reality, you were thinking of me when the morning after coffee brew
Baby you won't forget me
Baby call me a drunk
Baby left me there, lying in the junk
I wasn't 'the marrying kind'
I was the 'fucking kind'
Guess you fell for the later
Your picket fence dream did I shatter
You won't forget my body on you and the loving we had
No matter what you do, baby, you fell bad.

Amla Pisharody

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