When we wake up from a dream, and life seems to real to cope.
I see what lies beneath, where innocence cant last.
What it is really between a dream and a different place.
I can recall her face but I don’t know her name.
She’s in my head and wont let go.
Wake me up when this dream ends and life begins.
When you think its all right but the photographs all lie.
It went well for a while but its time to see what is right.
Nothing can be predictable when everything is out of sight.
When we lose the fight,
and wake from a dream that we wish was real.
We cant choose another path the turn the blame.
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