I was there at every sleepless night

It was a beautiful place, a world of my own

There I was drowned by the comfort 

It almost felt like the place I belonged

 

I have a dress full of promises 

Friends of ribbon and bows

We would share a dance until the break of dawn

Until we wrote our tale of woe 

 

From my dress of promises it born

The magic goldfish that don’t belong 

 

“Wake up,” it said.

“You can’t stay here…you gotta go…”