More Waking Dreams

It's about how people's perceptions of you can change, from a wild lust or love, to cold, passionless indifference, leaving you to wonder, did they have anything to feel for you at all

One night we shared

And we shined brighter than the stars

But the days come and your lust fades

I can't recognise who you are

Or what you've become

 

You used to utter sweetened words

As we melted into each other's warmth

The pain fades, ecstasy written upon our faces

Pull me into your idea of heaven once more

 

Nothing but the dream of memory

Did I only dream of love, did I do anything at all

But the scars tell the story, of how I continue to fall

 

I'll breathe new life into you

But in the coldness of the morning you ignore me

Few things are sacred, love is a corpse

You loved me and destroyed me all at once

Never with any tears or remorse

 

Nothing but the dream of memory

Did I only dream of love, did I do anything at all

But the scars tell the story, of how I continue to fall

The End

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