There is a dream floating in my mind, it's something sweet, something kind.
A fire bursts into life from sparks off a knife. I lay here and stare, right up into the night air, feel you breathe in my hair.
Don't you dare...
My heart is not real, it is only a dream, something I cooked up like a meal.
You won't believe me when I say.
I may dream, I may float, I way wish for it all,
But in the end I'll only hurt.
Break my dream, break my lies,
It won't even be seen in my eyes,
Please don't touch me, please don't love me,
I'll only dream of you,
I'll only tell you to go,
Thoughts in turbulent flow,
How can I be so free? How am I really me?
When all I truly see...
It's something I wish wouldn't be.
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