The other day I got hurt in my dreams
since then nothing is as it seems
I know its just in my head
What makes you think the pain is unreal?
I cant fight for survival here
I'll build my world somewhere...else
Saving things that no one cares
filling my heart shaped jar
I'm just a pantaloon so laugh
happiness chokes me so I cough
Everything is lovely when I fall asleep
So why do you think I'm weak?...sweet
Searching for pieces from the past
making a sculpture from my thoughts
painting it with colors that won't fade
with time it won't change its shade
I close my eyes to see
dreams are unconditional and free...
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