I wake up from this dream and look around

  The past tinted in a different light

  The light of suspicion on each message

  And I'm led to believe it's all a lie

  I'm unsure what's true anymore right here

  I'm standing on the baren other side

  No flowers in bloom, and no answers too

  Just peering in, wondering, what went wrong.

  I'm unsure what was real and what was a lie

  But am I allowed to really complain?

  We are but friends, in name, is it the same?

  What right do I have, What will I ever

  What right do I have to complain to you?

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  None at all I'm afraid, I don't blame you.

  I'll just wait here I guess, but time runs short.

  I'll just wait here I guess, for hopes and dreams.

  I'll just wait here I guess, for it to break.

  I'll wait here, for answers which won't appear.

  We're on the path of hopes and dreams, trying

  But not every flower will bloom, crying

  But some are just slightly later, hoping

  But some will wilt before then, despairing

  But we'll walk this path anyways riddled

  and if we must split one day, so be it

  That's how it's always been, how it will be

  But isn't that lonely? Living like that?

  Atleast then, the voices will stop speaking

  But then, I can't hear your laughter again...

  I wake up from this dream, falling asleep

  And look around to a foreign dark place

  Filled with my every insecurity

  I can't recognize it, a shadow past

  I can recognize it too well, scares me.