Tell me I can't do it,
Tell me I won't make it to the end of the line,
That my dreams are foolish,
That my hopes for the world are too great,
Tell me you hate me,
Or you love me,
Or merely tolerate me,
Make your critique
Believe me,
I'll stay up thinking what you said,
What i said
If I do find it in me to fall asleep,
It won’t matter,
You come in dreams,
There is no escape.
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 5:47 AM UTC
Tell me I can't do it,
Tell me I won't make it to the end of the line,
That my dreams are foolish,
That my hopes for the world are too great,
Tell me you hate me,
Or you love me,
Or merely tolerate me,
Make your critique
Believe me,
I'll stay up thinking what you said,
What i said
If I do find it in me to fall asleep,
It won’t matter,
You come in dreams,
There is no escape.
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