Ripping Reality
Forever trapped, can't break free, I need out, let me be
Drops of falling fear, bursting into puddles of courage
Rivers run with oil, painting earth's mighty image
The sun finally warming me with memories of old friends
I'll follow them anywhere if my heart intends
Rise above the clouds, chasing the not-so-silly dreams
No way to tell real from fake, reality is ripping at the seems
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