For Those Who Dont Believe by Bela Kiss

Lock-Box Redress

by Bela Kiss· from For Those Who Dont Believe

Call me an ambulance... The girl shot me down with a photograph And Im at a lose for words, But I don't mind. Could I be Love sick? Should I be alarmed? Am I Danger (No) (Note to Self) A) Store her ehart secure B) Throw away the key C) Be Thankful, for what you now own. She's made of dreams, I don't want to be her nightmare. Save me, save her, save US. SAVIOR THE MOMENT OF PASSION. I will thank you. She's made of dreams, I don't want to be her nightmare.