Abbey Dobson - Don't ask for More lyrics

...And in my dreams you cross the line

Lopsided grin, the glint in eye

And speak to me in words defied

By journey to your void

And see you with my dreaming mind

A thinker, maddened, scheming eyes,

And from four strings the notes will

Fly

That I hear no more

And I cannot loosen my grip

The final word to see you slip

To fall again my mind resists

To escape your truth

And will I see the day I die

You beckon me over the line

And learn the reason you denied

To be

And as I wake your image flies

Retreats to corner of my eye

To breathe my name then twitch and

Die

Do you hear my tortured scream

I walk alone.