9/12/03
Our dreams have washed up on the shore.
Memories lost to tales untold,
There's nothing left for us to hold.
So our dream must fade away.
I'm sleeping in most every day
In the hopes that dream will last,
But as always, it's gone too fast.
Do you believe it'll be ok?
Believe that lie much more each day.
You're in somone else's world now,
I won't even dare question how.
So our dream fell apart,
I'm sulking here with my broken heart.
Yesterday that dream was great.
But as of now, this world I hate.
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