I guess I just forgot what it felt like to feel unreal and to believe.
I remeber now, so don't you dare to bring me back.
I'm lost in the wonderland of imagination and I can not, will not leave.
I'll just be waiting for the next reality-attack.
Why don't you come with me, dancing on the fields of forgiveness.
And rest in the beds made without decieve.
I trust no one and so I remain in akward silence to give less.
I'm not mad just because I want to believe.
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