I get a little worried in your dreams,
and i have been wondering what you are thinking
inside that little lost girl;
The faith getting wet cause i cannot imagine
all of our dreams want to be alibi's.
Because the memories we made would last forever,
if i help you stay awake and look into the future.
But wishes are funky, and i see my walls will never be lonely.
I see the shadows bringing me back without a sound
cause i tricked them with the way i carry light.
Like time bursts into tears while saying please don't cry.
So i hope the hole you are digging is getting deeper.
Reflecting the heavy heart going around through my mind;
Those lonely days talking in my sleep through teardrops.
Those questions that tell me why:
We slept under the stars trapped in the miles between.
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