my opinions, hopes, dreams
mean nothing to you
there nothing you could do to save me from this torture
slowly i slip loosing my grip
reality disapears i am glad i have the fake, the unreal
my dreams loose more and more of there realism
my perfect world is my savior, the pieces of me you try to hold on to
disappear
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It has to be you, it can only be you; and the only way i know that is true,because for you it can only be me.
It has to be you, it can only be you; and the only way i know that is true,because for you it can only be me.