Dreams
Falling, falling fast
Like water that I cannot grasp
Slowly growing, a hole is forming
On my heart that is still mourning
Suddenly I stand to see
All there is in front of me
A broken heart
A broken mind
Born from when you left me behind
Fading, fading fast
A snake around my neck at last
Suddenly I wake to see
You were right there next to me
A look of worry on your face
As my tears continue to race
You hold me close to you I know
It was a dream, I was alone
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