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One Last Night Of Dreams

So sick of believing in twisted dreams,
They over shadow everyone.
I so badly wish they were true,
because I can't stomach this hurt.

Tossing and turning every night,
It's so dark in this room,
but I can still see your face, 
The way I remember it to be.

I can't breathe without,
you sitting next to me.
I wish it was the truth,
The way I remember you to be.

I close my eyes,
and you follow me around.
It's like I am cursed.
The tears never stop falling,
This heart never stops hurting.

When I open my eyes,
More pills fill my mouth.
I am praying I won't dream,
I am hoping for the end.

This morning is my escape,
Today you fade away,
Oh how this light is bright,
but maybe it's just me,
running from you for good.

Maybe you still remember me,
and maybe I will see you on the other side,
but even though I am gone,
It doesn't mean all has died.

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