You are sure as Hell,
But I'm waiting on Heaven.
You're world is falling apart,
But to me it seems as if everything is together.
Dreams are like journals,
They never really tell you what you want to know.
Or they reveal things you don't want to believe,
When you dream, do they ever remind you about me?
You never wanted to dance with me,
But you ran up to her.
Maybe I'm mixing up my past and my present.
But the only difference is the faces have changed; our time together evanescent.
Your body looks so frail and thin.
The impression you made on my heart is fading away.
That's it. Game over. I win.
Your soul is still too young to dream.
I know it's late.
But, will you count me in?
Put a face on my heart.
Whose face do you see?
Pain ripples through my heart,
Like a never ending parade of thunder.
It's all so sad..
All of my tears are trying to take me under.
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