Liz Anne · Sep 25, 2011
Reality Stings

Paper hearts and plastic schemes
I'm dreaming of the moments in between
Can't see my face or touch my hand
I know I am alive I just can't say when
And all the glitter in the world can't mask
The pain of losing hopes when dreams
Stay dreams

 
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