when you're with me there's some kind of truth
it's not a dream,
it's lucid, amazing, but so unreal
something I can't control
I tried not to think of what might happen
when you're gone and I'm still here,
the possibilities are endless
I guess I just wait
until the day my dreams are fufilled
and you're mine again.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
when you're with me there's some kind of truth
it's not a dream,
it's lucid, amazing, but so unreal
something I can't control
I tried not to think of what might happen
when you're gone and I'm still here,
the possibilities are endless
I guess I just wait
until the day my dreams are fufilled
and you're mine again.
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