Deep in the mustard of fairy tales
And thanks to my imagination , I'm a muggle in a tangle of daydreams
Someone, please, reach Into this sandwiched mess of hope scribbled in permanent marker and
Rip
The thoughts that fog the city lights and clarify the stars above my head
Because I fear if I keep pretending not to believe I'll realize
And all I've ever been afraid of will never come Alive
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Deep in the mustard of fairy tales
And thanks to my imagination , I'm a muggle in a tangle of daydreams
Someone, please, reach Into this sandwiched mess of hope scribbled in permanent marker and
Rip
The thoughts that fog the city lights and clarify the stars above my head
Because I fear if I keep pretending not to believe I'll realize
And all I've ever been afraid of will never come Alive
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