A storm gathers to my eyes ready to break
I don't know how much more my heart can take
Sometimes I dream, sometimes I am awake
But always and every time your love is fake.
You were a dream trapped inside myself
In reality you were always someone else.
You took my love and broke my heart
but I always knew from the very start
that tomorrow is empty and yesterday is gone
the storm finally hits and it's destruction is done.
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