I don't believe in dreams, there's a hollow spot in between.

I don't believe in fairy tales, there only something made up.

I don't believe in shooting stars, nothing ever comes true.

I don't believe in prayers, I wouldn't hurt the way I do.

I don't believe in wishes, there would be a me and you.

I don't believe in love, you would love me too.

Written by: Gayle Critchfield

Copyright 1997