Old Dreams

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She's just a depressed teen,
Living life like a daydream,
Seeing the world through a smoke screen,
It's not as pretty as it seems.
He's just a lost boy,
Says only she can fill the void,
He moves mechanic like a toy,
Life's just too hard to enjoy.
Drinks and drugs ease the pain,
Bliss is a dry spot in the rain,
I can hear blood rush through your veins,
When I climb through your window pane.
Face to face when we get close,
This feeling I cant diagnose,
Your skin gets cold when you overdose,
Without you I can see your ghost.

-K.W.B.

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