Apr 2014
Do you know what it's
like to sit here
and think of the perfect dream
and it become hard to breath
as your thoughts fade away
and your sight begins go away
and you fall asleep
like to sit here
and think of the perfect dream
and it become hard to breath
as your thoughts fade away
and your sight begins go away
and you fall asleep
Written by
Marcus White
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