lostsouls
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As we walk on this world
Full of anger and hate
Nos vemos nosotros getting dirty of it
De lejos venimos to look for a dream
Un sueño, that makes us forget what really exists
When did you stop dreaming of all that you can be?
And why is it that you stopped believing in more than what you see?
Why did you stop living?
Who put you in despair?
Who dimmed your soul, and left you there…
I wish it had been a dream. I wake up in the night. Covered in sweat and full of fright. The pain is terrible. My thoughts unbearable. My muscles contract. I have to face facts. It's not my time. I feel a chill run down my spine.
Days and days go by
Weeks and weeks past
Still hurt by what has passed
A life that I can never get back
Mistakes are made
that are hard to face
But at the end of the day
I still feel the same way
Two lost souls tangled in the rapture of youth,
One spoke lies while the other breathed the truth.
A fantasy of love they both had fallen for,
But the boy was too imperfect; the young girl yearned for more.
