she found the book sitting on a shelf
titled "To Me About Myself"
she asked me why. I'm glad you asked
it's about my present, it's about my past
this little blue book of dreams
there are pages written so light
lit only by dark lonely nights
about that page I tore out
a shattered dream I don't talk about
poetic words in colored pen
the one who taught me to dream again
and then I can't forget her name
thanks to her life's never the same
this little blue book of dreams
(chorus) curled pages on striped dream white
of when it went wrong of when it went right
read a little further and you'll know what I mean
this little blue book of dreams
A girl who holds my heart in her hand
touches me from a far off land
she's the one I never knew
written all in ocean ink blue
when my chapters come to the end
since you're my closest friend
the last pages I'll let you write
make it simple make it right
for this little blue book of dreams
(chorus)
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