Sometimes I see myself in you;
Idealistic dreamers, heartbroken saviours
Bruised knuckles, and mad fathers
We have searched for respite wherever we could.

You ran after a prophecy, I for lost histories
Yet somewhere, somehow, there is a connection
As if you were written to be loved by me
A fictional oddity with a heart full of empathy.

Lost dreams haunt our sleep
Of failures and abandoned responsibilities
My heart's a melancholic grey
Where spring might just never come.

These melodies are like a haunting
An expression of dreadful wanting
I am so sick and tired of this tug-of-war
Will there be no freedom from this affliction?

In my fantasies, you are my prince
I will be the one you crowned with roses blue like the skies at twilight
We can run far away from this world
Trust me, no one's gonna miss me if I don't return.

A tear drop slips down my cheek
'Cause you will never be my reality
It's all a foolish reverie of a mind seeking solace
In worlds made of ink.

All I can do is dream
For a world that is kinder
An ethereal utopia
Where people like you and I are free.

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