What You See
As Distorted As It Seems
You May Never Know
If It's Real Or A Dream
As Confusion Conquers All
You're Left With Nothing To Hold On To
Before You Fall
As Reality Slips Away
You Can't Find The Missing Minutes
Turned To Days
As Soft Sounds Of Truth Begin To Fade
You Begin To Regret Sacrifice And
Prices Paid
As Failure Becomes Fact
You're Left With Nothing And
No Reason To Turn Back
Copyright © Brandie Osborn | Year Posted 2016
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