I never had a very tight grip on the difference between:
Fantasy
And...
God **** Reality
Always merging the two into one disaster
The difference between night and day is no more than simply hiding the sun away.
Without you, my day will never be as bright
The stars will never live as long
The world will never spin as accurate
The bird will quickly forget its song
And my heart will never beat as perfect
You are my fantasy and can never be my reality.
Knowing this, I question my sanity
Refusing to admit
Denying how I feel
A downward spiral
This heart may never heal
Can you break something which is not whole?
Does that mean...
Do I love you?
After all..
..
You are my favorite
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
I never had a very tight grip on the difference between:
Fantasy
And...
God **** Reality
Always merging the two into one disaster
The difference between night and day is no more than simply hiding the sun away.
Without you, my day will never be as bright
The stars will never live as long
The world will never spin as accurate
The bird will quickly forget its song
And my heart will never beat as perfect
You are my fantasy and can never be my reality.
Knowing this, I question my sanity
Refusing to admit
Denying how I feel
A downward spiral
This heart may never heal
Can you break something which is not whole?
Does that mean...
Do I love you?
After all..
..
You are my favorite
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