Staring though this pane of glass
 I see the storm about to break
 My life reflects this hopeless night
 My whole existence an empty ache.
 I build my dreams in a world away
 My whole reality is something fake
 Staying sane requires delusion
 My whole existence an empty ache.
 I hide away and dread the sun
 That makes me see this world of hate
 The fear and rage that tears my soul
 My whole existence an empty ache.
 The night brings me sweet release
 As sunlight fades, my soul retakes
 The dreams that soar within my mind
 My whole existence now awakes.       
 
Hugs, Lizzie.
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