Just A Dream.

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The sky doesn't want to hold my tears,

And so when it rains I drown in my fears.

Have never forgotten the scars you called art,

And you'll always be the reason I'm torn apart.

I'll put my broken heart on the paper praying it will fade away,

But even if it fades away forever in my mind it'll stay.

The darkness took my soul and I'm blessed with a curse,

I thought you loved me but the gears were in reverse.

I love the bittersweet taste of pain in the morning,

That's when the monsters are roaring.

But I'll have you know that I'm going to forget about you,

And when that time comes it'll be a dream come true.

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