Tryna find love in this wasteland,

Is impossible, we all know it,

I can see in your eyes, you had that dream,

And just like I imagined, you couldn’t,

Dream again because you were scarred.

It would take a miracle if we could both,

Run away, what’s the point, I plead,

In this land we feel afraid to say I live in,

Land of lost love, shattered dreams,

My dark, haunted past…so let’s fly away,

Or burn away, anything to escape this,

Prison dream where these ghosts are,

Forces…tormenting us day and night.

✾themeekarestillhere✾

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