A Figment Of Reality
A Figment Of Reality
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My sleep is cursed with nightmares,
It's the time the ghosts of my fears haunt me.
It's a miracle how I never remember the nice dreams, how rare,
But the bad ones stick around for years, I can guarantee.
My heart dies a bit every time,
I hear someone say dreams are a figment of reality.
For if my nightmares were reality, we just brought upon us wintertime,
And dark clouds would hang around forever, scary, hopeless and beastly.
I'm glad I have people to shake me from it,
Whisper "It was a dream" in my ear.
Because if I didn't, it'd tear me apart, bit by bit,
I'm the luckiest to have people who make me feel happy to be here.