Last night, I dreamt I was falling down.
At last, my chest grew too small to make a sound.
When I can't be heard
That's when I feel alone
When I can't be heard
That's when I miss you most
In waking, I find myself free from the fall.
But shaken, I wonder, "can I be free at all?"
I'll race until my fears
Grow weary and depart
But the pace has grown severe
For my leaky, bleeding heart
The dreaming is relentless,
Resurfacing every night.
I had another
And you asked my name.
I've settled my mind still.
It begs no more for you to be
The one that hasn't forgotten me.
Last night, I dreamt I was falling once more.
It haunts me, the thought of a shell without a core.
When I can't be heard
My voice a shackled tone
When I can't be heard
I feel nothing but alone.
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