When I lost the illusion I was left with nothing
Now, to sleep with ghosts is much more desirable
than to lie awake in the mournful moonlight
I used to dream of starlit fields where we became one
in an eternal embrace of a black velvet romance

But such fortune escapes me
such is my enmity
of my supposed liberty

These ruby wildflowers meant so much to you
but now they’re nothing but dying weeds
Yes, we laughed and loved under a paper moon
it didn’t matter because it was real to us
I hate feeling like I am a lost soul

What I wanted
has sadly departed
and now I feel I discarded...

The only idea that kept my heart from breaking

The End

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