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Tears course down my face
I catch them in my hands
Wishing somehow that it won’t last
Knowing all too well it will

Dreams are wondrous things
Living in one would be nice too
This nightmare around me is too real
Is it possible to get to you?

I need someone to care
I want someone to hold my hand
Desperation is closing in here
Threatening to suffocate my mind

I’m dying in this skin
I want to rip it off and burn it
Create a new look, image
I’m dying to become everything you want.