In a sleepless dream Submersed in simpleness and sporting rose colored glasses Where the biggest worry is what you play today And what you'll be painting. No knowledge of deceit And unkept promises- Knowing nothing of bad men or touching. Innocence is broken by a man's will And selfish pleasing. Those rose colored glasses are ripped off By the hand that smells of lustful greed Awareness and knowledge are slammed in But a phalic not-so-much symbol Never going back Unable to induce amnesia Even in a sleepless dream.Birth sign: Gemini
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