My head is filled,
With songs of yesterday.
It helps drown you out,
Is all I can say.
When a dream is so real,
You cant tell it's a dream.
I wish my heart,
Were made of steel.
But then I'd find,
It had rust away.
But nothing matters.
It's a dream anyway.
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Author:
siranswerer (
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