Dream disease
How I am obsessed with the thoughts of you
Thousand stories playing in my head
Stories of us loving on the edge
All the time, In different reality
I see it with too much clarity
It's so hard not believing in them
Can't resist me from living in them
Just for a moment then I fall
Where I don't wanna be at all
Caught inside my fences
It's a drug that I am addicted to
A fairy tale that I get lost into
And when the pictures fade
I'm numb with my eyes red
Wanna hold you tight so that I can heal
Oh your heartbeats are so vivid to feel
And another scenario rolls in
I'm into another movie scene
Can't help watching my life like this
I'm finding words and rhyme
From every space and time
And I'm not only writing
It's a demon I'm fighting
Cold breeze in the late night
Blowing through the window
Keeps reminding me your name
Wanna ask if you feel the same
Can't we be together now till the end?
This is not the life that I wanted to spend.
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Syed Imran
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