I'm not capable of my life.
I'm a dream, not a dreamer.
Tell me the truth, once.
Is nightmare a dream, too?
Tell me some lies, now.
Are dreamers build their dreams?
Or they only stole other's.
And tell you it's their dreams.
I could wonder of the weather.
Whether they hot or could be cold.
The road, it's rough and hurt.
When it's rain, and I couldn't find a way.
-H-
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