Dreaming a Reality
Senses Fail
Is this what it's like? A dream lacking serenity. A wordless conversation. A "you and I" without me. I'll try and I won't get far. I'll die and I won't get far. I'll try and I know I'll be ok. So I guess this is where I lie. Where days are endless, and nights don't belong. Dreaming a reality. Where turth and fiction don't exist. Confusion is home here. Believe in you is what you insist. Nights don't belong. The nights don't belong. And the nights, they just don't be long. I'll be never be the same. As long as I'm dreaming my reality.
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