Dreaming out loud.
I don't know why
I don't know that still
But I'm aware of
The way how I feel
I'm fragile like an egg
I'm not made of steal
My shell is broken and
I don't know how to heal
I'd imagine all the time
I'd imagine having meal
I'd just give anything
To make my dream real.
<Kejt>
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