_{Every night I rush to my bed,,With hopes that maybe I’ll get a chance to see you when I
close my eyes,,I’m going outta my head,,Lost in a fairytale,,Can you hold my hands and be
my guide?,,Clouds filled with stars cover your skies,,And I hope it rains,,You’re the perfect
lullaby,,What kind of dream is this? You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful
nightmare,,Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you.
•Questa è la mia vita. Diario segreto di una groupie.•}