by Trinity Rayne
The dream of making amends with you went up in smoke You couldn't handle my truthful words that I spoke I've stopped dreaming and reality pinched me until I woke The curse of living in that fantasy is forever broke The dream of fixing things is forever gone You couldn't handle that im no longer your pawn Ive stopped sleeping and set foot into a new dawn Its time we both move on The dream of us being close was nothing more than a joke You couldn't handle that I know who you really are behind the cloak I've stopped tending the fire we had to stoke It all turned to ash and went up in smoke
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