Dream A Dream

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I'm sitting here
In this cold empty room.
I'm a little sad I'll be gone soon.

My brain is numb
And so is my face
But probably because I was laced.

From the garden to my door step, I walked away
Thinking about how you could of stayed.

But you didn't
And now I pray
That one day I'll heal
One day I'll bleed
One day I'll breath
One day I'll feel.

As I pick up the pieces to my heart
I think about the thing that broke us apart.

Maybe if my soul was less wiser
Or maybe if my breasts were two sizes wider
Or if my hair fit in your hands like a glove

I wouldn't be sitting her
Waiting for love.

~ if only you missed me too