The way my mind soars at night
Dreams bringing me to life
Don't wake me up
I'm doing fine
My sleep gets everything off my mind
Why live real life when I could be
Flying high
Being free
The world can only tear me down
It makes me feel like such a clown
So in my dream land I will stay
The real worlds nightmares far away
Cause I'm so sick of hopeless crying
So I'm just going to stop trying
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Author:
Naeners (
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hello .. i like the way you have worded this piece, i like the way you speak of life making you feel like a clown and i like the rhyming throughout this ... sadly for some dreams , if they are '' good '' dreams lol they are our only escape from the cruel reality in which we live , either that or '' day - dreaming '' or escapism into films books etc.. you make dreams sound dreamy with the whole reference to being far away , i like it
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