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No control over this wretched mind of me,
Filled with colorful insolent fantasies,
Of you, of me, of what could have been..
Building sandcastles on the beach of slaughtered dreams.
Let it go, set it free, throw away the memories,
Wasn't yours, will never be, i tell myself as i fall asleep.
But my mind conjures up your face as i dream,
And takes me to a wonderland only for you and me.
But what good will dreams do when they remain unfulfilled?
Of what use the castles that i labored over to build?
A waste of my time, of my love, my loyalty,
But unheeding as always, wretched mind ignores my pleas.
