I find it quite ironic
That the best days of my life
Fall not within my consciousness
But as I dream at night
I find it very sad
But I can be content
Where dreams are my reality
I'll live without repent
I'll hallow in my glory
That stops when I awake
I'll weep at my misfortune
And a thousand more mistakes
I find it quite indignant
That the only time I cried
Was when I woke up, from a dream
In which I never died
I find it quite disdainful
That my bed was soaked with tears
On the night my dreams had woken up
And reality was clear
I find it quite ironic
How perfect my life could be
But dreams be gone, perfection dies
I face reality
 
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