Sleeping, But awake,
This I can not fake,
The things that I see,
They are haunting me.
Born with this gift,
Fate I can shift,
I dream,
I dream,
A thousand dreams,
A thousand dreams!
Walking still sleeping,
Because I’m weeping,
The dreams the cause,
A sleep with no pause.
Please end this for me,
Please don’t let them see,
This dream it won’t end,
My life I must mend.
My personal war,
Has made me restore,
What faith I have left,
No thanks to the theft.
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