At night, you dream of magic and the
Dream comes out like clockwork
Precision actions, present like the
Wolves I keep at bay just to assure
You have the sweetest of smiles

Now that you’re awake and gone
Now that your pillows are cold
Now that your bed is all alone
Where do I go?

You rest your head again on the
Gates of a nightmare that I have
To protect you, I lay down my
Dreams so hollow and cold
Fighting fire with fire again

Now that you’re awake and gone
Now that your pillow fully soaked
Now that you’ve escaped what you fear most
Where do I go?
Where can I go from here and just where
Is the light of day you promised
To wake me from the nightmares you
Swore were never real.

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