Dream
You was perfectly problematic drama free what a dream
You were trap trained with trauma tilted over tragedy
What a dream what a dream what a dream what a dream
You was honest helpless hanging on to hope harming other
You became loss left lying framing the blind sleepless dreams
what a dream what a dream what a dream what a dream
Still I wish Still I prayed Still I ran Still I try Still I can't
Dream for that is to painful regretting wright for the wrong
What a dream what a dream what I dream what a dream
I could never give on my dream up on a stone will rest dream
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