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time for dreams of cold, white fingertips on your face. fading just as you begin to feel them, fading just as you begin to love them. but it's worth it, somehow, even if it's only for a day.
on and on and on they fall, but there's no telling where they go. there's no way to follow them, even if it's more beautiful than where you are now. because you're always dissatisfied, always looking for something more. something more to love, something more to hate, something more to make you sad.
on and on and on they fall and you want to fall with them, but there's nowhere to go, nowhere to follow or fall or move. because something is always suffocating you, always pulling you in every direction except the one you want to go. but you know it's not someone else. it's not expectations or the trust or the responsibility. it's you.
it's time for a reality that's warmer, with red, black, orange, yellow hands holding tightly onto your's. time for happier eyes and mouth and faces loving you. and even if it doesn't last forever, it's real enough to hold onto, and that's all that matters.
on and on and on they fall, but there's no telling where they go. there's no way to follow them, even if it's more beautiful than where you are now. because you're always dissatisfied, always looking for something more. something more to love, something more to hate, something more to make you sad.
on and on and on they fall and you want to fall with them, but there's nowhere to go, nowhere to follow or fall or move. because something is always suffocating you, always pulling you in every direction except the one you want to go. but you know it's not someone else. it's not expectations or the trust or the responsibility. it's you.
it's time for a reality that's warmer, with red, black, orange, yellow hands holding tightly onto your's. time for happier eyes and mouth and faces loving you. and even if it doesn't last forever, it's real enough to hold onto, and that's all that matters.