obsession with the truth has ruined my view of good
skewed the way i think of all things i might have been
holding on to smoke is not the best idea ever conceived
try to wake up when i dream
chasing the dragon as it flies across the night time sky
glittering amongst the fading stars
apple blossoms dying
lost the chance to bloom last spring
salt in the water
poison on my lips
falling from great heights to return
carry on carry on
remember once its gone
once upon a time what reigned supreme
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