swallow hard
if happiness is a state of mind
then fantasy is it’s drug
you’re my pill
slowly going down
drink it up with water
to ease the pain
it will only last a while
my dreams begin to fade
reality sets in
and you’re no longer by my side
giving up hope
as everything is lost
if you only exist in my dreams
then where are you now
thinking we had it all
just a made up lie
if happiness is a state of mind
then fantasy is its drug
you’re my pill
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