Dreams of what launches endless daydreams
The Angels sing glorious promising a future
But that black hole that comes when thinking ahead
Where to turn on the twisted path that is life
I can only imagine what my fate is
There is no one to tell me what I am suppose to do
It's up to me to know
But what if I don't know who I am suppose to be
That black hole gets closer with everyday
I am so lost
Angels help me
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Fantasy Love
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