Honestly what will become of me I don't like reality It's way too clear to me But really life is dandy We are what we don't see We missed everything daydreaming .
Flames to dust Lovers to friends Why do all good things come to an end.
Travelling I only stop at exits Wondering if I'll stay.Young and restless Living this way I stress less I want to pull away when the dream dies The pain sets it and I don't cry I only feel gravity and I wonder why.
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