| Opposite of Blue |
| She's home again In a room not her own As familiar as the one next door. "When will I wake up," she wonders. She's gone again In a dream not her own... As such a fantasy can only be so real "Why must I go home," she wonders. She's fallen again In a coma, but not her own; Two lifes can come together. "Who is this girl," she wonders. She's woken up again In a mind not her own As the mind is ever changing But even she cannot recognize it. She's lying there Mesmorized by life, once again, As life is a complicated process. "When will I live again," she wonders. |
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