My Day-Dream Dresses Like You.
my day-dream dresses like you.
i just thought you ought to know;
nothing i am is true.
this stupid mask is all for show;
sometimes i can barely see through.
right now i can't even make the words flow,
i feel like a pot full of sand;
each pillar leaves me shaking as it goes.
soon i won't be able to stand.
can't see my future bloom a rose
no longer am i so grand.
walk the blade and come so close.
to death, and to life as i stand.
peel back lie by lie and expose,
not just by others was i misunderstood.
even to myself i am so unknown;
for my night mare dresses like my childhood.
so there is no way to stand but alone.
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