Dreams are things we cling to.
Building a future,
Probably better then possible.
We create the idea that we want to be famous and beloved.
Even though we know that deep down,
That its unlikely those dreams will come true.
I should know better
Because you being gone
Will save me
Even while you remain in my mind
Sometime soon
My heart will forget you
To make room for a girl
A girl named Amelia
Playboy
That’s what I should call you
Manipulator
Heart breaker
Emotionless little boy
Convinced me
All the world was in your eyes
Told my heart to you
Tore my insides out
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