Where would I turn to? Who would I turn to? Who would hold me? I held me. I held me and i cried on my own shoulder. I rocked myself to sleep.
I dreamt wonderful things, and they turned into nightmares. Smiling eyes, suddenly filled with judgment. Warm hugs became cold tight grips around my body. A comforting breeze turned into whipping winds, slapping me across the face. Throwing me into a field of lies that were once a meadow of my sweetest dreams. I bathed in shallow streams, that swelled and flooded. Ice water rose above my neck. My body, like lead, sunk to the bottom. And that's where i stayed until i woke.
I dreamt wonderful things, and they turned into nightmares. Smiling eyes, suddenly filled with judgment. Warm hugs became cold tight grips around my body. A comforting breeze turned into whipping winds, slapping me across the face. Throwing me into a field of lies that were once a meadow of my sweetest dreams. I bathed in shallow streams, that swelled and flooded. Ice water rose above my neck. My body, like lead, sunk to the bottom. And that's where i stayed until i woke.
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oh yeah...forgot to add something to my last comment!
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U can always turn to me, Il always hold you.
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