My condition, a simple scene,
discissed by reality.
A hidden background lurks beneath me,
as I smile complacently,
but even though I twist my face into something that maybe...
maybe they'll remember, even without my Ora.

Buut..I doubt because they always forget,
the girl who doesn't stay longer to say she's no longer their friend.
All because shes lost in this dream, can U name this dream.
a nightmare, or something smoother to release all the anger.
None, as I tell you, because she's not a sleep, but is in reality,
where dreams float as clouds, through peoples sound, until they are needed in its deep sleep where the girl cries and weeps.