emmdubbs

wake up

in our dreams we are nothing but lost images
wandering around an empty void of nothingness
struggling to hold to grasp onto something we have
no controll over im watching your eyes watch my hands
as they struggle to grip this false meaning of reality which
unbeknownst to the both of them that this was supposed to
happen i shatter the fasade image break away from your dreams
and in this field of roses i lay on a bed of thorns that scratch my
back for you while you rest on petals of love ive never noticed how
much i blead untill you turned me around and i saw just how deep those
scratches were so deep baby that i couldnt feel it anymore and yet i still
offer you that bed of roses and i shrug and take comfort in my thorns but
im starting to feel them again and its starting to hurt and im wondering why
i dont get that bed of roses and im wondering why i cant break this dream
shatter the window break free and be happy i wonder why i just cant wake up

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