Dreamed of you again
you're still haunting me and now I see
that this situation may never end
you had a face on this time, like the last
but a different one, always a different one
and you hide the real one from me
or is it there, and I just can't break on through the fear?
is it there, and I just can't allow myself to see?
And why do I still dream you?
Did an inner quake loosen up shit from the bottom?
Why do I feel as if an itch has been scratched this morning?
Why do I feel this temporary widening, this temporary release?
Still, I just keep on drifitng back
to the salvaged peices of the dream,
thinking: if I could just reach out to you
thinking: if I could just reach out
Yet I felt detached, estranged,
like watching a movie, only occasioanlly pulled into the screen
seeing your shadow, your sioloutte,
through windows and the blur of shades,
the anxiety choking me every time as I
anticipate your entrance into the room,
watching the doorknob in fear
drowning in my silent hate and fear
unable to break through my reigns
ever stronger and thicker
the bars of my cage
thinking: if I could just reach out to you
thinking: if I could just reach out to beat you
to strangle you
to kill you as deeply
as you've killed me,
maybe I could finally feel closure
maybe I could put an end
to these bad dreams.
you're still haunting me and now I see
that this situation may never end
you had a face on this time, like the last
but a different one, always a different one
and you hide the real one from me
or is it there, and I just can't break on through the fear?
is it there, and I just can't allow myself to see?
And why do I still dream you?
Did an inner quake loosen up shit from the bottom?
Why do I feel as if an itch has been scratched this morning?
Why do I feel this temporary widening, this temporary release?
Still, I just keep on drifitng back
to the salvaged peices of the dream,
thinking: if I could just reach out to you
thinking: if I could just reach out
Yet I felt detached, estranged,
like watching a movie, only occasioanlly pulled into the screen
seeing your shadow, your sioloutte,
through windows and the blur of shades,
the anxiety choking me every time as I
anticipate your entrance into the room,
watching the doorknob in fear
drowning in my silent hate and fear
unable to break through my reigns
ever stronger and thicker
the bars of my cage
thinking: if I could just reach out to you
thinking: if I could just reach out to beat you
to strangle you
to kill you as deeply
as you've killed me,
maybe I could finally feel closure
maybe I could put an end
to these bad dreams.
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