I sleep to dream my thoughts that hide,
I've been a stranger inside this mind of mine.
I ask myself if the battle of life is worth the tears cried.
The trees tell my story by the way they sway,
I can hear your voice when I listen hard on a rainy day.
Each drop I hear in my head is another note your soothing voice has said.
I washed the impurities to shore,
mark my words I've wanted nothing more.
I've been a child for too long,
I've waded waters deeper than I could swim,
You can't convict me for being un-able to give into them.
The wandering eyes staring me down,
a room full of swimmers destined to drowned.
All the things you at one time should have said,
come to mean more when you're on your death bed.
You whisper of wishful thinking and the meaning of dreams,
and how not to stress because no one is what they seem.
Live your life for you and not that boy next door,
because not loving yourself just make you hate the world more!

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