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Sometimes I wish to just sleep,

And just dream and just be left alone

Can I give up speaking? It drains the mind.

It may sound foolish, silly even, but true

As true as my need to shout and scream

To rid of the screaming within ..

Can I give up hope? It's a waste of time,

Coz hope is just there, like a cruel temptation,

If I were to grasp it, I would still fall to the ground

And this heart is dying, it's making no sound …



I'm running again, this lonely street familiar, like a friend

And my feet and aching, legs are shaking, tears are blinding ..

But I can't stop, I don't want to stop. Ever ...

Don't want to go back, to painful memories of regret,

Lies that are kept, desolate tears that I've wept,

If I were to bottle them, collect them as they fall

I'd be swimming in a lake, a lake of pain,

A drowning prison of fallen dreams,

An unending abyss of nothingness, desperate fate ...



How can one escape from a life that is riddled with scars?

How can one buy a life that is everyone's dream?

I'm going insane, and rambling again, making no sense

But like my running, my living, my dying, I can't stop

Eating the miles, burning with rage that no one's to blame

Just me, the self that I hate, my love for disgrace ...

My love for everything that has to do with blind fate.

Selfish wants that kill my friends, that crush rosebuds in their wake ...



Blind me with a dream that I may continue to live

Blind me with a promise, but you need not save

I'm waiting and waiting for life to begin

I'm waiting and waiting for escape to be seen  

I'm waiting and waiting and waiting for the blinding dream ...

Will it ever happen? This change? I'd rather not wish

But I'd rather be dream-blind than live ..