I dreamt of you again,
as I stood in the acid rain,
wishing i was sane...
Running towards u,
seeing your perfect face
and how your hair falls into place
where I can't find a trace of hate
and your never late
yet your not real, so your not here
It hurts most when your not near.
Hopeing never to awake from this dark place
that i call home
so i take the pills from the black hills
and drink the sweet medical liquids
that keeps me at your side

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