Everyday I woke up dreaming...
As if my sleep had went on, leaving my soul behind.
Sometimes I woke up feeling...
Somewhere in the middle, my life is like a tragic comedy.
Yet I woke up thinking...
If reality is like a window, I'm sure I'll jump right out of it.
Finally I woke up realizing...
That love is all but a lie, a deception I had to live by.
What I hate about waking up...
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