But the trouble with dreams, They're not they seem,'Cause when you awake
They fall through your fingers in Flakes.
This is my stressed out song, the voice drags and whispers and tells me to breathe. It has made me realize after playing it for the millionth time in the last 2 years that this, is not my dream anymore.
This is someone else's.
Running fingers through tangling hair and telling myself that all this hard work will pay off. But it won't.
Leave me alone, to think and compose my thoughts. Of running away and telling you all the absolute truth.
Take.
Deep.
Breaths.
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