Swimming through the lunacy
They keep telling what I really should be
Reality is never easy
Waking up, I love waking up when dreaming feels tiring
Chasing?
Not yet.
I hardly have dropped my dream on the corner of the street.
Let me grip my own faith back. The faith of being... what I wanna be.
Again.
Lead me back there, please. I got lost.
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