i search through the scrapbooks of memories
i sing the sorrow thats within me
i dream the dream of the weak
i see your face in the clouds
i bleed an assorted variety of ink
i think of painful lullabys
lucid cries of despair
nothing can fulfill the emptiness inside
no matter what i do, i cant get you out of my head
i dream of you
i believe in you
ONLY YOU
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