What is real, and what is a dream?
Did I only whisper, or did I let out a scream?
This pain that I feel, is it just an illusion?
I'm in need of your love, and want no more confusion.
When I close my eyes it is you that I see;
But when I awake, I am forced to face the brutal reality.
To be held in your arms would be more than enough;
It would stop all my sorrow and make life much less rough.
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