Lost,
in my own little paradise,
never wanting to wake up,
why is it that a dream,
is better then reality?
spining around,
and around,
and around,
until i fall.
Lost,
in my own little paradise,
never wanting to wake up,
I'm so happy,
I see the butterflies,
I see you smiling across the way,
I reach out for you,
despreatly trying to get closer.
Lost,
in my own horrible nightmare,
never wanting to wake up,
the dark is closing in,
what is happening?
I want to wake up,
I want to get out,
but no matter how I try,
I can't.
Lost,
in my own horrible nightmare,
I want so much to wake up,
to get out of the dark,
to be close to you,
to be safe,
but it seems that my dream,
will never come true.
Lost,
in my own horrible nightmare,
so where,
are you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem