There was a time
once
lyrically speaking
when all that mattered
was the spin
There was a day
once
simply speaking
when all that mattered
was the fantasy
There will never
be
a day
not a single day
when you can take
my fantasies
and spin
them into lies
But I will paint you
a world
of broken dreams
and faded things
of hopes
lost
and forgotten
Then I'll show you
reality
and hold onto the glory
of that pain
in your eyes
that pain
that takes away
hopes
dreams
and pretty little desires.
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