Sometimes I think life's a bitch
When she plays cruel games with me
well...
Only when I'm drawn to lose
I feel like that these days
Like a giant mass of uncertainty
a little pawn on the table
These days I've lost my dreams
Maybe in a dirty old drawer
Maybe in the woods
Can't quiet tell
But surely I don't carry them with me
at least not tonight, not in my pocket
not even in my head
Nothing more I can do but sleep and sleep only
No flying feet
No talking trees
No horse-back riding through the hills of mars
No butterflies these days
Just measured time in physical space
So no, I won’t be burning dreams tonight
But wait for me, do not turn to dust
I'll only play along this stupid game called life for a little while
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