The hole that digs, deep within. Doesn’t heal, it worsens.
The fire that burns from ashes to flames. Doesn’t fade, it burdens.
The silence that pains, pains like hell. Doesn’t come hard, it’s easy.
My heart, my mind that misses you. Isn’t full up, it’s empty.
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I’m a dreamer too,
Dreaming is easy,
Picturing it as reality is easier,
But fulfilling it…
And making it come true…