Old Dreams
Silly little girl, quit your dreaming
This world is not for you.
The tide is crashing in again,
The lies all scream they’re true
You struggle to find some peace
Amidst the soot of blackened dreams
But old embers flare to burn you
Ones you thought you’d put to sleep
You took the walls down for an instant
And the dark got in again
Bright eyes fade to dull
Your heart is full of pain
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