I had a dream once…
…where everything was different - I was living consequences. I lived with every fact I feared. Living through the days with this gut feeling - where every lighter shade of paint on the wall, and every piece of torn fabric were just constant reminders. Constant reminders of fear, pain, and paranoia. Trapped in a saying where Failure isn‘t an option, but the only way to go - is down.
I know I sound repetitive.
…and maybe all I gotta do is wake up.
…and maybe all I gotta do is wake up.
I bought all my jeans whole - I wear them with ripped knees.
You can only sew them up so many times…
You can only sew them up so many times…
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A/N: Maybe boredom took over there for a while, but mostly it was just me getting whatever off my mind. Music does weird things to you, I guess. =)