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beautiful nightmare
Sometimes we can't tell if a dream is real or just a dream.
Then we wake up and cant tell if it was a sweet dream or a nightmare.
Your confused and hurt by reality itself, because you don't know what's real.
Every morning you ask yourself why can't it be real instead of ending at dawn.
The truth hurts but you have to face it.
It was just a dream, that's all it will ever be.
He was never there, he never cared.
Then we wake up and cant tell if it was a sweet dream or a nightmare.
Your confused and hurt by reality itself, because you don't know what's real.
Every morning you ask yourself why can't it be real instead of ending at dawn.
The truth hurts but you have to face it.
It was just a dream, that's all it will ever be.
He was never there, he never cared.
Published 18th Sep 2012
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