As we sleep we dream but not everything is what it seems

we open are eyes an reality is just a dream

being alone in the cold forgotten and destroyed

everyone has to dream to belive that they aren't alone

as the time passes you are forgotten like the winter storm

but then again everything im saying was just a lousy dream



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